Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Priceless Words (Interview) , by - PricelessRelease date: 15.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Priceless Words (Interview) |
| Ayy bitch I’m back in here to show you I’m the nigga |
| All in the vent them bitches know you as the nigga |
| From the corner sellin' dope and buyin' Swishers |
| Every night I pray to God for my intentions |
| Look, lights and cameras |
| I came so hard I pay the price for cameras |
| I flew new ones for a night Atlantis |
| And told my oldest bitch her flight is cancelled |
| My night examples |
| Mr. Feelings you can go and call the police |
| Ridin' dirty in the car with no lease |
| Skinny nigga but my pockets obese |
| Same nigga used to rob Sobés' |
| , I need it go back to the get real again |
| Back in Toronto where niggas will kill you for who you be chillin with |
| And work from the shootas, the shorty you screwin' |
| You not really with the shits |
| We don’t really feel this shit |
| When Grandmama kicked me out the crib |
| I was only a baby |
| Said fuck it, I hustled a went and bought me a Mercedes |
| I whipped it, I whipped it when I would see her in the hallway |
| When she didn’t see me I parked that bitch right in the driveway |
| It’s priceless |
| I used to take the 401 to TO |
| Honda Civic rollin' dimes and scopin' PO |
| Taxin' season tryna find a link on T4s |
| This ho told Argie you gon need a check with 3 O’s |
| Life commitments, I need a shorty every night to witness |
| You makin' models bring ya ice and Guinness |
| And workin' pussy that’s my type of fitness |
| I’m countin' money like I’m Donald Trump |
| Let them niggas know them yappas on that reload |
| Got the ground where you stand worth a kilo |
| Smokin' Swishers, motion pictures, Tarantino |
| Ballin' hard it’s Archie Fargo fuckin' veno |
| Hey fucka we comin' for all of them |
| Don’t pay for no oregano |
| Smokin' on flash |
| He’s dope on my clutch |
| I got my scope on the punch |
| I be so fresh and so clean |
| Bitch you see soap in my toilets |
| My teacher Miss Thomas told me I would never be nothin' |
| I looked her ass dead in the face and said I’m gon be somethin' |
| She told me that in a few years I’d be catchin' a bustin' |
| Now I’m catchin' the car service |
| Guess who the driver, her husband |
| It’s priceless |