Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Once Upon a Time , by - The Diplomats. Release date: 14.11.2017
Song language: English
Once Upon a Time |
| Heatmakers |
| Crack music |
| Dipset |
| It’s more than just music |
| You know the rest |
| Jones, nigga |
| Try to blackball me, so I ask 'em where the hoop at (ballin') |
| In the SOHO in LA asking the valet where the coupe at |
| (What up with that?) |
| 80 for the jet that meet with Jay and then I flew back (facts) |
| The Ace of Spade. |
| they put up on my tab a extra two stacks |
| Signing my deal, they asked if I would sign for a mil (for what?) |
| I ask them why would I do that when I already signed for a mil (you hear me?) |
| I’m a contract killer, bitch, had to sign up to kill (B-b-boom!) |
| Put you on the boom list, the homies’ll line you for real (FACTS!) |
| But I’m trynna just chill, cause my mind is too I’ll (Oh) |
| Don’t provoke 'em too much cause we commit crimes for the thrill (Grrr) |
| I’m a fucking bandit |
| You under-fucking-stand it? |
| (you hear me) |
| I run with G’s nigga, fuck who the fuck you ran with |
| Fuck em |
| New York City. |
| home of the pretty women (Harlem what’s up?) |
| Where you gotta get the dough before you get the women (get your money up) |
| Middle of the winter I’m buying shit to swim in (facts nigga) |
| Nigga, you just buying them cars that my niggas been in |
| So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us |
| Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby) |
| DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em) |
| Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers |
| So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us |
| Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby) |
| DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em) |
| Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers |
| I got acres in the boonies, I remember it was gloomy |
| And I only had five on it, something like the Luniz |
| Now the Maybach is roomy, spent a 100K in Bloomies |
| But I got my own clothes, 3 million I made in Zumiez, baby |
| Legend, I maneuver cars |
| Who wants smoke, I have it looking like a hookah bar |
| Superstar, car ceiling looking like Mars, Venus, Jupiter |
| Pull strings like Garth Brooks on a new guitar |
| We the shit, we the shit, some foul manure |
| Long live the Set, glory glory hallelujah |
| Welcome back to the hallway loiterers |
| I made mills off the white girl, I exploited her |
| No disrespecting the ladies, word from my team (why) |
| That’s the reason Dame smacked Harvey Weinstein (pervert) |
| On the set of Paid In Full, y’all gave him hell about it |
| Some foul shit happened once, Capo, tell 'em about it |
| So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us |
| Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby) |
| DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em) |
| Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers |
| So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us |
| Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby) |
| DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em) |
| Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers |
| Eastside |