Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 17, artist - Money Man. Album song Grow God, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Circle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
17 |
17 on the track |
17 on my hip |
125 for a zip |
I put the toss on the brick |
I roll two swishers together |
Call that bitch a double decker |
Sippin' muddy, slump neck |
Drive the Lam like I’m reckless |
Driving the mid back from Texas |
20 on a cuban necklace |
Adding guns to my collection |
Different car different selections |
Heard you payin' for protection |
Weak nigga leave my presence |
Ahead of my time like the Jetsons |
Why the fuck you asking all these questions |
You gotta buy it all if you touch it |
AK on me and it made from Russians |
Gotta get it gone, I gotta rush it |
Louis V runnin' and juggin' (Yeah) |
I want the cheese with the topping (Yeah) |
Get to the money no stoppin' (Yeah) |
This is a Lam, girl hop in (Yeah) |
Dior my lady she love it |
I’m trying to get OG through customs |
My white partner say he do mushrooms |
He just hit the coke in the bathroom |
She say she deal with high fashion |
She say you must shop in Europe |
I po’d a lil' bit of syrup |
Then told lil mama to hush up |
Choppa give niggas a touch up |
I’m on a whole nother frequency |
I can’t be talkin' to frequently |
I know the feds probably sneakin' me |
BC we moving in secrecy |
BC we moving illegally |
Quit all that mufuckin teasing me |
Yes or no girl you gon' leave with me |
If you a coward don’t speak to me |
My African scamming repeatedly |
Walk up and shoot you immediately |
I don’t give a fuck bout' no media |
Sell you a bag out a room that I booked off Expedia! |
I want that head that’s immediate |
My jumping immediate |
Diamonds they Ancient Samarian |
You know I throw away carrion |
I see the hate like binoculars |
That nigga got hoe in his folicles |
Rolling up THC molecules |
You say you gon' kill me, what’s stopping you?! |
V12 engine I’m passing you |
Ice cold like a smoothie that passion fruit |
17 on the track |
17 on my hip |
125 for a zip |
I put the toss on the brick |
I roll two swishers together |
Call that bitch a double decker |
Sippin' muddy slump neck |
Drive the Lam like I’m reckless |
Drive the mid back from Texas |
20 on a cuban necklace |
Adding guns to my collection |
Different car different selections |
Heard you payin' for protection |
Weak nigga leave my presence |
Ahead of my time like the Jetsons |
Why the fuck you asking all these questions |
You gotta buy it all if you touch it |
AK on me and it made from Russians |
Gotta get it gone, I gotta rush it |
Louis V runnin' and juggin' (Yeah) |
I want the cheese with the topping (Yeah) |
Get to the money no stoppin' (Yeah) |
This is a Lam, girl hop in (Yeah) |