Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Memphis, artist - Money Man. Album song No Promo, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Circle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Memphis |
I’m down in Memphis, My Glock got extensions |
My BM she trippin, she think I’m laid up with a mistress |
But really I’m trappin hard selling these Skittles |
I want a lot, I don’t want just a little |
My bitches they bad and they very conceited |
My plug tried to tax me, I’m feeling mistreated |
I told my lil niggas to go head and eat 'em |
Lil mama say that she love me so deeply |
That shit look creepy |
Bad bitch from South Beach, said she wanna please me |
Mixtape in 4 Hours this shit too easy |
Dreads and the beard got me looking like Jesus |
Sell you a bag of OG in some Yeezy’s |
Just caught a play up a gotti, Shit Privé |
She love my pipe I be laying it down |
Walk in the kitchen and weigh up a pound |
Get face in the booth, cause it help me create |
I don’t talk or debate, I just aim at your face |
Sorry lil shawty we can’t go on dates |
Knew he was shiesty, it wrote on his face |
Push up on us that’s a deadly mistake |
Just hit the Shell Fish and swiped for a plate |
Silverback money I’m just like a ape |
He called for a feature, he really want bags |
I did him verse and he purchased some bags |
Lil bih from V-Live she throwing that ass |
Yes I was destined to go get some cash |
So much hate inside yo heart why you mad at me |
Feel like a quarterback, hoes tryna tackle me |
Burning on Wedding Cake, defying gravity |
Went to the Bronx, I’m concealing my FN |
Yeah it might kill me but I’m pouring medicine |
Fly like a pelican, run up them racks |
That’s was my destiny, superstar OG |
I know that you smelling |
Do dirt alone cause these niggas might tell on me |
THC all in my browine |
This Snacking ain’t regular yeah |
Shooting at all my competitors yeah |
CDB all in my body, I’m lifted |
They smell the shit that I’m smoking and walking |
All these blue hundred won’t fit shoe boxes |
My lil niggas heartless they ain’t got a conscience |
I grabbed that ass cause I ain’t got no etiquette |
Burning on God’s Gift, I’m feeling so heaven sent |
Went up to Jersey they said I was country |
But one thang they can’t say is I ain’t got money |
Ungh |
Secret compartment my Tahoe |
Quavo shit, I’m the head huncho |
Bad bitch and she from Morocco |
Juug in the Mouring, Alonzo |
You ain’t tryna buy ain’t no convo |
Source with the tree he Armenian |
He get it to me expediently |
He know a nigga be needing it |
She know a nigga be needing her |
My dick is wet I be feeding her |
I almost fucked up her femur |
Swipe her a purse with a Visa |
I never ever mistreat her |
Bally my headband and sneakers |
Yeaaah |