Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prophet, artist - Money Man. Album song Nameless - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Circle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Prophet |
I knew nigga real big they shoot at the kids |
I be |
Know some NBA players I’m servin' them zips |
She walk in and she give me brain off the rip |
Got a child she look like Nash Cliff |
For them blue hundreds them niggas be desperate |
I kept me a red out of Oakland and book it |
Designer smoke got the car I’m in foggy |
I re-up in the mountains the terrain is rocky |
I’m just in the future I feel like a Prophet |
I keep me a rocket I ain’t talkin' bout Johnny |
I’m sellin' like Clyde I just need me a Bonny |
Five years ago used to trap out a Hyundai |
Went up to Starbucks and got me a Latte |
Used to get mid and my plug was an ese |
Dropped out of college ain’t writing no essay |
But I go mail out a pack the next day |
Save the environment I bought a Tesla |
You gotta charge this shit this car electric |
After we fuck we gon' get some nourishment |
I give that young nigga words of encouragement |
I take them boys off them pills and I’m servin' em |
Niggas they jealous my sisters is hurtin' em |
I talk them clothes off and I get to workin her |
Pull up to trap and we hop out convertables |
She give me face and that shit was phenomenal |
Five different colors and Balenci’s they tropical |
Me cut my homeboys but that is impossible |
Said shit they gonna transform |
At the dealership and I paid cash for 'em |
Oldschool I digi the dash-board |
Give you these bullets If you ask for 'em |
Lil mama with me she lookin' like Cuban Doll |
Feelin like Steve Urkel Louie V overall |
Thousand P’s sit on the back of a pickup truck |
Catch a play then call my BM to pick me up |
I knew nigga real big they shoot at the kids |
I be |
Know some NBA players I’m servin' them zips |
She walk in and she give me brain off the rip |
Got a child she look like Nash Cliff |
For them blue hundreds them niggas be desperate |
I kept me a red out of Oakland and book it |
Designer smoke got the car I’m in foggy |
I re-up in the mountains the terrain is rocky |
I’m just in the future I feel like a Prophet |
I keep me a rock I ain’t talkin' bout Janet |