Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frio, artist - mike.. Album song 4THEHOMIES, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 4TheHomies
Song language: English
Frio |
Smokin' weed to Migos |
It’s just me and mi amigos (uh) |
And we feelin' like gold |
Woke up like CeeLo (yeah) |
John Lennon shades |
Mobbin' around like a Beatle (like a Beatle, yeah) |
And I’m so cold, «hace frio» |
Yeah, yeah, bling, bling, bling |
My accountant called |
Said I gotta be more accountable |
I told 'em, that’s cool |
We can start when I get back from Monaco |
Got a pool with the view and the scenery tropical |
And I’m comin' back lookin' tan as fuck like a Navajo |
Bling, bling, bling |
They don’t get the picture like they service sucks |
Bet they hear me now, yeah they’ve heard of us |
Hit the ground runnin', on my hurry up |
Landed on the green first shot |
This the birdie putt |
And if you call me out, call an audible |
And I’m rollin' up the tree like it’s the pot of gold |
Got a model thing that lick me like an envelope |
Put her on the plane, I’m just sayin' |
That’s a lot of dough |
Smokin' weed to Migos |
It’s just me and mi amigos (uh) |
And we feelin' like gold |
Woke up like CeeLo (yeah) |
John Lennon shades |
Mobbin' around like a Beatle (like a Beatle, yeah) |
And I’m so cold, «hace frio» |
Bling, bling, bling |
It get chilly when you out here dog |
Guess I needed this Gucci fur after all |
Got my girl, the his and hers to top it off |
And she’s cool if we just kick it like a soccer mom |
Got a flight up in the morning I ain’t packin' for it |
Got a meetin' with a suit but I ain’t slackin' off |
I don’t even own a fuckin' pair of slacks at all |
Talkin' M’s and my F sure is sagging off |
I don’t bend, I don’t break |
My life too real to be fake |
I got no time to engage |
In all the games that they play |
'Cause it can change in a day |
The only people that safe |
The ones who ain’t in my way |
Now I’m doin' shit I promised I would never do |
With some fake white chicks, feel like Terry Crews |
Got a nice watch, so they watch my every move |
Hit my phone but they ain’t ever gettin' through |
Smokin' weed to Migos |
It’s just me and mi amigos (uh) |
And we feelin' like gold |
Woke up like CeeLo (yeah) |
John Lennon shades |
Mobbin' around like a Beatle (like a Beatle, yeah) |
And I’m so cold, «hace frio» |
Bling, bling, bling |