Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Harry Potter, artist - T.I.. Album song F*ck Da City Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Harry Potter |
| Get it, whip it, give it to whoever in the city |
| Hard, Soft, Girl, Boy Decisions, Decisions |
| All I can do is in-vision all this dough I been gettin' |
| And just a day back a quarter key was the mission |
| And now I’m weighing fish scale on a big scale |
| Hopin' I can invade the law and stay outta jail |
| My relative gave me work, I made it disappear |
| Like Harry Potter got that chopper in the window |
| seal My cousin wanna a brick |
| Listen here you better bring my money back quick |
| And he replied like this |
| Man, I can’t even fit this money in a rubberband |
| Right hand get tied I just whip it wit my other hand |
| If I can’t make that brick Bitch I bet my brother can |
| Off in my trap junkies bitin' like piranha man |
| And if they ask we got the whip game proper |
| If the brick game droppa |
| Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter |
| Got the whip game proper |
| My clique aim choppers |
| Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter, man |
| (Flya) Straight drop, got Jays playing Sideline Telvin |
| Young boys got them racks in the sideline clutchin' |
| G’s on ya head now you a fan of the packers |
| We stiffer than a statue, We seprano style |
| Phone ringing, Its about to have a ticket calling |
| Get off of work, we all gone be joined in pimpin' ballin' |
| Yeah, cause I’mma whip it til it lock |
| Set it out and to to the block I’m motivated by big faces, I need guack |
| My only friends is God Almighty and snake cock |
| Some of my niggas hustlin' and the other got |
| knocked Many quit the game and the other was in the box |
| FLYA |
| UGH You try me you disappear, we call it Harry Potter |
| Just gotta ho, I tell her come sit on this Terry |
| Carter I get my bitches like a bird I’m for the swan though |
| And I be fresh everyday, Bitch I’m non-spoke |
| I mix the coke with the water like I’m chemist |
| I’m smoking until I’m finished |
| I’m focused and independent You locals is my apprentice |
| Ugh, A lot of haters want my c&aign to end |
| I fucked a nigga bitch and I ch&agned her |
| friend And I just acquired another a fan, I’m truly swag |
| If yo boyfriend get wrong, I’mma shoot his ass |
| I’mma young boss playa, make a thick game holla |
| If this rap shit fall, I got my whip game proper, Spodee |
| (Yeah) Black magic for you whack faggots |
| Y’all niggas trash and its tragic |
| Look, I got what you lacking, I’m full blood attacking |
| With all this money I’m stacking, I’m on another track and |
| If you ready for me, I’mma get it cracking |
| I’mma send ya ass packing |
| Jamaican Magician |
| I got the power! |
| Y’all keep wishing |
| Fuck with me wrong and I leave ya missing |
| Forgive me Jah for I am sinning |
| Undefeated and I’mma keep winning |
| Some much money like I won the lotto |
| Keep it just in case like rocko |
| The greatest artist, they should call me Picasso |
| Make you disappear like Harry Potter cause I always keep my auto |
| My fist will leave you red and my Glock will leave you dead |
| No choice but to follow |
| I’m all about my bread, and I ain’t frontin' I meant what I said |
| No I wasn’t playing, Y’all killed Dolla so I don’t care who I’m slaying |
| You can keep hatin' while I’m Bill Gatin' |
| Hope you understand what I’m saying |
| You gotta whip it with ya shoulda if you tryna get that rover |
| But that photo panamera probably be a lil' collet, yeah |
| The trap hop, skip, jumpin' |
| Gas, no air, I got my ma fuckers pumpin' |
| Bricks, no rocks that’s the ma fucking fuck shit |
| And if you try to rob I make ya head do the |
| Finger licking delicious, check it lil' nigga got brickes |
| 6 like for niggas I rock the leather coat like a ma fucking Italian |
| Dookie Gold Rope like the ma fucking medallion |
| Bird flappin' It’s the home of the falcons |
| They got me in the middle of the trap like Malcolm |
| Whip transforming like the yellow camaro |
| Blockin' the skellos smokin the rellos |