Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Perm, artist - Troy Ave. Album song White Christmas 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BSB
Song language: English
Perm |
BSB Records |
We the number one independent label in the streets, I’m just telling you what |
it is and it is what I tell you |
(Powder) |
It’s a drought and I’m getting some more today |
I’m the nigga with the weight, other niggas gotta wait |
I’m make this work through magic before I sit it on the plate |
Harry Potter nah Houdini all that’s missing is a cape |
When I’m in Rhode Island, all I’m hitting is the capes |
and them bitches get to the cake |
Moving the type of sleeves that you don’t roll down |
And I don’t love hoes so when I’m in town |
One night only, after that they the homies |
If they keep it trill I’m treating them like they trophies |
Better yet a mule, bet I’m not a fool |
If you ain’t down to help me get no money then we ain’t cool |
Fuck fake friends, paid a buck for the Benz |
Threw it on my album cover and I left the stock rims |
Literally, picture me rolling on my 2Pac |
You on the trap nowhere |
Nigga I’m a savage, nigga I’m a savage |
Getting crazy paper, Count on weekends and it’s madness |
I’ma hit the bitch, even if the bitch is average |
I’m just here to fuck, I ain’t interested in marriage |
Married to the game, different birds be my boo |
BSB the game and cocaine get us through |
The bad times, the good grind baby earn |
Now everybody over here straight like a perm |
If money’s the root of evil then say I’m down the devil |
Now on my arrival, smell like some |
Fuck the Pyrex inhale |
I love the aroma, you’re other plug shit stale |
My work is direct delete from Guatemala |
Free shipping, free chicken whipping dollars |
M, O, capital B, feel free to holla' |
If you ain’t talking money too, the fuck you talking 'bout |
My women ride Range Rovers and GPS they routes |
On the road to riches |
Unimpressed by pictures |
To get her pussy wet you gotta start with six figures |
Or better seven |
Step your shit up get a ladder |
I stepped on bricks, now I’m up |
Sitting with the ladder |
I’m just telling you what it is and it is what I tell you |
Dope boy, Troy Ave my flow crazier than |
Nigga I’m a savage, nigga I’m a savage |
Getting crazy paper, Count on weekends and it’s madness |
I’ma hit the bitch, even if the bitch is average |
I’m just here to fuck, I ain’t interested in marriage |
Married to the game, different birds be my boo |
BSB the game and cocaine get us through |
The bad time, the good grind baby earn |
Now everybody of here straight like a perm |