Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Err Time, artist - Starlito. Album song Manifest Destiny, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grind Hard
Song language: English
Err Time |
You so full of crap you just might roll 3 err time |
I’m her MCM and she gone post me err time |
Smokin' out a whole p, and yeah its gone be OG err time |
Long live Bankroll and its still RIP Doe B ERR TIME |
Bad muhfucka parked outside, yeah thats mine |
And that bad bitch that used to be urs? |
yeah that’s mine |
You gone do what, yeah thats fine might get hit up in my spare time |
Pack arrive, i tell her hold that Fed-Ex down, yeah lets grind |
What i told ya' 'bout callin' when i’m in the main? |
you fuckin' me up |
Took care of all the important shit lawyers the jordans its fortunate i’m in |
the clutch |
I’m in a rush, poppin off plays |
Gotta keep protection on me like i’m on the first date |
Pockets gotta hickey like i’m on the first base |
When i pull up in ya regal you can hear the vert quake |
I be sliding california tryna feel the earth quake |
Got some brain on a plane on my dame birthday |
Catch me outside white girl going for the 13 got the pill dr phil derivation |
Errthang clean with a mean purp flavor |
She can run that shit i told the fiend verbatim |
Crazy, jockin on him cause he got a mercedes |
Thug girl in the vert wavin' |
What i tell ya bout speakin when we in public |
You see how i’m thuggin |
Feel like i’m grocery shoppin when i go get them choppas. |
we got beef in the |
budget |
Plus all the produce i’m copping we sold for a profit and a rental that we got |
from budget |
Drive bys out a van and i popped a xan |
Fell asleep in my cutlass |
I’m trippin, slippin the clip in i’m just reminiscing I’m still with the shit |
like divinci |
I got the code, auto reload F&N ammunition |
My hittas get paid on commission clips duck-taped extensions |
Homicide promise imma slide just when you think i’m slippin get it |
Slip-n-slide light bright bitch inside talkin bout take her to the house |
If she’on put it straight in her mouth, imma make her get out |
Ask my accountant to check my account man i just been countin' you can’t even |
count |
Money so neat the bank teller smile numbers so steep you’d think its a drought |
Fuck up the game if i tell 'em my numbers i’m keepin' the shit in the streets |
Put 93 in this bitch its a P in this bitch |
Ain’t no sleepin til we get the G’s |
security knock at the door i was weak in the knees |
And its some officers presently stalking the residence stalling like we finna |
leave |
Shit get charged to the game like visa |
Got the mastercard to the game face |
Nigga i been on the grind in this bitch brakes squeakin |
I done caught eleventeen pops bae sleepin' |
Catch me out gassed with the wax straight cheefin |
Its some moonrock $ 65 cash straight cheese |
Two different kinds and i pop em a thousand a piece |
Put 36 of em out in the streets |
Yeah i be rappin'', ask em about me the city on lock like a ball on a leash |
, youngin' a gangsta that choppa gone bark like a dog on a leash |
Bitches in love with a dog i been doggin' this AMG raw shit i’m all on the creep |
Car fall witcha broad wastin' 'tron all on the seats off in the bitch we coolin' |
Ion go no where without my tooly i love my life ain’t tryna lose it |
Thats the love of your life well the other night i was fuckin' her like she was |
a groupie |
Oops, y’all 'sposed to be exclusive |
They locked up my people in pheonix when i dropped i’m moving to Houston |
That load just hit on Tuesday thats why we roll that shit like sushi |
You gotta run that back like Ramsey thats MobsquadNard i’m introducing |
He gotta flow like Gates he raw like Boosie but he ain’t from baton rouge |
Shoutout to Duval i don’t hate he on my tape cause i love his music… |
I’m through wit' it |