Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Together, artist - Money Man. Album song TraumaMan, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Circle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Together |
We gotta keep it together don’t take it now |
I gotta pull it together don’t hold him down |
We gotta do this together don’t hold him down |
By myself |
Yeah |
Expressing my feelings in songs |
These niggas was doing me wrong |
She gone come to the door in a thong |
If you pussy you do not belong |
Put them Forgi’s on all of my cars |
Know my songs she know all of my bars |
Dirty pistol I keep me a charge |
Drop the top I be talking to God |
In a Wraith imma look at the stars |
I’m not selfish I’m feeding the squad |
She gone suck me with plenty of slob |
All this gas fuming up the garage |
Selling bags i dont want me a job |
Imma ship me some P’s in a P.O.D |
She gone swallow me just like the Blob |
I can hustle I don’t gotta to rob |
You see blue when I pull out my wad |
Niggas foul I’m not sparing the rod |
Caviar fill my car up with fog |
Imma shark like I’m starring in Jaws |
Demolition I knock down the walls |
I need billions I ain’t thinking too small |
So I practice the 48 Laws |
Niggas hate me I don’t know the cause |
I was pondering, I had to pause |
And my closet it’s just like a mall |
Desiger I’m having em all |
Like a shoelace I’m tied to the mob |
Niggas corny just like they a cob |
Imma get me a trap spot in Cobb |
Gotta bad bitch she rocking a bob |
Knew you was lame after all |
Niggas be itchin' them balls |
Dry your tears don’t sit there and sob |
I swear niggas just want you to fall |
Rocking D&G T-shirt's and draws |
All these 100s they blue and they neat |
On a fast I ain’t ate in a week |
All these strains I got several seeds |
Rocking golds like Arabian kings |
I be planting Canadian seeds |
And my bitch wear the finest of weaves |
I don’t know how she got in her jeans |
I’m too solid this shit in my genes |
And these Christians be red like a B |
In New York I go shop like a fiend |
Niggas broke like they arm in a sling |
Took her home and we had us a fling |
We fuck long everytime that we link |
Had to go tat my body with ink |
Leave me alone cause I need time to think |
She drop water just like she a sink |
I got ice like a motherfucking rink |
Let her go she was causing a scene |
Cleopatra she know she a queen |
Selling loud from a stoop out in Queens |
Don’t be saying no shit you don’t mean |
We just fucked so we feeling relieved |
Expressing my feelings in songs |
These niggas was doing me wrong |
She gone come to the door in a thong |
If you pussy you do not belong |
Put them Forgi’s on all of my cars |
Know my songs she know all of my bars |
Dirty pistol I keep me a charge |
Drop the top I be talking to God |
In a Wraith imma look at the stars |
I’m not selfish I’m feeding the squad |
She gone suck me with plenty of slob |
All this gas fuming up the garage |
Selling bags i dont want me a job |
Imma ship me some P’s in a P.O.D |
She gone swallow me just like the Blob |
We gotta keep it together don’t take it now |
I gotta pull it together don’t hold him down |
We gotta do this together don’t hold him down |
By myself |
Yeah |