Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 6am In Vegas, artist - Starlito. Album song Hot Chicken, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grind Hard
Song language: English
6am In Vegas |
| Lil mama downstairs fixing salmon croquettes |
| More money, more stress, it come with having a check |
| You one of them rappers they press, it come from lack of respect |
| If I’m on stage I’m on deck, they ain’t pat me down yet |
| Yeah I copped one in the desert, said I’m too tall for a Vette |
| Saw one at the auction I could’ve bought, I’m so messy |
| I’m already stamped, so I thought I’d address it |
| I’m appalled, you let my balling upset you? |
| Well this pressure |
| Rappers road rage, in my rearview a pedestrian |
| Throw this bitch in reverse, might throw your bitch in a verse |
| Lance say he got some Ac, I ain’t totally quit the syrup |
| I’m joking, I woke up, rolled up, did yoga, and went to work |
| Not worried bout what I make, just know I’ma get my worth |
| Picking up Grind Hard OG with the grower November 1st |
| They say it ain’t so fun when the rabbit got the gun |
| And I feel like the bunny with the drum |
| How I keep going, and going, and going |
| Yeah I’m knowing they feelings hurt |
| Just know it was God’s plan, even though I ain’t been to church |
| I could’ve been in that hearse, so I’m knowing that prayer works |
| Got this hoe I hate, she the worst, left my throwaway in her purse |
| I ain’t fucking with that bitch, she on that lil girl shit |
| You just a fake broke nigga, you just look real rich |
| Down bad, fucked up, but I took my lick |
| Had to run it back up, so I took me a risk |
| Glad I chose this over hooping at Fisk |
| Every Tuesday around 6 pull up the coupe to Ruth’s Chris |
| Got a cougar to cook for me but I choose to forget |
| Come through in the clutch, Jermaine shoot but don’t miss |
| And I promise I ain’t slanging, yeah I’m truly legit |
| My momma’s neighbors probably think I’m moving them bricks |
| I been stock trading, getting 2 for a pit |
| Getting 10 for a show, still got nothing for a bitch |
| Look, reaching for my chain’ll get you paralyzed |
| You a trapper and a rapper, that’s a pair of lies |
| I can look you in your eyes and tell you petrified |
| Left third, now I’m headed home and I ain’t scared to slide |
| Baby say she love me, I told her love don’t pay the bills |
| Even though that pussy wetter than the Navy SEALs |
| She said I’ll never be hungry 'cause she can make a meal |
| I told her I’m money-hungry to make a mil |
| Burning in them coffins so we turned to the office |
| I ain’t learn nothing in school, I learned everything from losses |
| Balling on these hoes, and I never went golfing |
| Ain’t giving niggas nothing, that’s a Boston |
| Shit I gave niggas everything, they still snitching on me |
| My lawyer lying for me, shit, and he don’t even know me |
| Do it by myself, that’s what come with being lonely |
| If I left it up to them, I would end up being homeless |
| If I didn’t have the mic and pimping I wouldn’t have a ride man |
| Always on that bullshit, but I ain’t from the Chi man |
| It’s cool coach, put me in the game and we won’t lose coach |
| I’m asking for the ball when the game getting too close |
| (Swish.) I’m a westside block nigga |
| Bring it to you direct, but connected like a Cox nigga |
| I can’t fuck with her if she ain’t investing in my stock nigga |
| Lito you my brother, it’s gone be that till we drop nigga |
| Gone |