Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gatsby, artist - Sal Houdini. Album song Paradise Bound, in the genre СоулDate of issue: 13.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Houdini Sound
Song language: English
Gatsby |
| Look |
| This is paradise |
| This right here you see |
| This is paradise for you |
| I just threw a huge ass party like I’m Gatsby |
| She said you look cute in all white girl, don’t gas me |
| Toothpick in my mouth like I’m Diddy with no Cassie |
| Catch an attitude again I’ll call your ass a taxi |
| I got couple ex’s on the daily tryin' to blast me |
| I got bitches textin' sayin' «babe, I want your last name» |
| Bitch my name Houdini for a reason come and catch me |
| White Porsche revving in the lot 'cause I’m fancy |
| Yeah |
| I got drinks I got munchies |
| I got bitches here that flew out from different countries |
| They don’t get attached they don’t come up with assumptions |
| Pay to make it bigger, I don’t pay for no reductions |
| I’ve been plottin' your destruction |
| Keep all your apologies there’s no room for discussions |
| I give y’all the world and it’s honestly disgustin' |
| Bangout ever come you gon' face some repercussions |
| She like how I smell that’s Chanel Bleu |
| I got couple dreams I could sell you, yeah |
| Don’t believe the things that they tell you |
| Couple niggas tryin' to forget you, yeah |
| Please don’t catch no pictures of me talkin' to the bottle girls |
| Don’t go telling blogs that I was kissin' with a model girl |
| I’m not tryin' to ruin my chance with this Chicago girl |
| White Porsche tryin' to find out how far the throttle goes |
| Got the goons with the draco |
| They don’t ever pull the trigger less I ever say so |
| Mobbin' out in Carbone havin' chicken alfredo |
| Havin' dinner with Italians like Stefano Magaddino |
| Yeah |
| There’s a time and place for all that |
| Say it hurts your soul, my nigga I thought you sold that |
| You need a reality check can’t ignore that |
| You snitchin' us out to the opps you report back |
| I just took the city by storm like I’m Gatsby |
| I own the committee back home and that’s facts B |
| I pay bitches rent sometimes when they ask me |
| I give out a loan to these niggas I’m financin' |
| Devil on my shoulder with the angel and they dancin' |
| Couple taken bitches in the city I’m romancin' |
| I’m buildin' an empire and I’m expandin' |
| I watch all the money comin' in while I’m relaxin' |
| Glowin' like amazing skin |
| Pull up to the mansion with like 80 friends |
| Every single class of that Mercedes Benz |
| Make sure to inform all of your lady friends |
| No more little plans for them 80's kids |
| I’m a 90's baby blowin' hunnid bands |
| Fly a little shorty from the west ends |
| Don’t give no ideas to your best friend |
| Chances are I’m fuckin' like an animal |
| Bring some extra plan B’s I’m out of 'em |
| 'Cause God knows I cannot commit to one woman |
| Slip up have a baby when I’m too busy to handle one |
| Malik makes it happen he’s executor |
| Livin' dreams out on the regular |
| Music wasn’t part of my curricular |
| But that just goes to show I don’t need nothin' particular |
| I hate the «you won’t ever do it» type of energy |
| These people gas you to your face but be your enemies dawg |
| I got the message you been sendin' me dawg |
| Nobody will be ever endin' me dawg |
| Yeah |