Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lavish, artist - Twista. Date of issue: 02.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lavish |
| You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars |
| You want the face, on that Rolex shinin like the stars |
| Don’t worry mayne, you could get it mayne |
| (If you look in the sky and you don’t see your dream) |
| (Man don’t feel defeated, cause trust me you can build it) |
| Now hear the words that I flow when I spit |
| I know shorties that be havin dreams of goin legit |
| But the hustle quicker so they cop a fo' on the split |
| Now they got enough money where they can go get a brick |
| It’s on — ain’t nuttin gon' stop us now |
| Gotta look at 24's while they watch us now |
| Spinners rollin up the block while they pump out noise |
| But they always get into it with the jump out boys |
| And why? |
| Take a look at all the people that got dubs |
| You ain’t legitimate, you out here servin them rocks up |
| I know you want the radio and screens to pop up |
| But we gotta get the money and try not to get locked up |
| Know the difference between real and fake |
| Flipping work is just like flipping real estate |
| Open your mind, you got more than the skill to take |
| Cause I know |
| Uh, one time for my niggas on the corner |
| With the burners on and with the fresh yams in they tube socks |
| Uh, two times for my niggas with they hands in the air |
| Sayin a prayer cause the game left their dude shot |
| Yes — I know that puzzle |
| Niggas at each other thinkin they will bust you |
| The bang is the same even if it’s muffled |
| But the moment so loud when a dead man hug you |
| He’s cold in your arms, but you ain’t gon' be foldin your arms |
| You gon' be lowered in your arms |
| Cryin to open the jar, and to add injury to insult |
| You’re smokin your life away |
| Look at me, big car big house big jewels |
| All that came out my backpack |
| You ain’t gon' do it, it ain’t gon' work, you ain’t gon' prove it |
| Even though that hurt, I just skated past that |
| Look — everybody got dreams about ki’s |
| Chains full of ice with S after the V’s |
| Horse on the hood, a grill full with the B’s |
| Dangling your feet in Santorini breeze |
| Make a virtual picture, and spin around |
| That ain’t it, well fuck it nigga we get it down |
| Never try to grab your ankle nigga we’ll kick 'em down |
| Focus up, we gotta hit it now |
| Bruh when your cell goes clink, that’s when you forfeit |
| All them dreams, all that divorce it |
| You ain’t even get to see new mansion and Porsche shit |
| This dedicated to my man up in Norfolk, locked up |
| Ha ha… wait |
| My nigga open yo' mind, mind |
| Aren’t you ready to go? |
| All of my fears inside, side |
| Let 'em blow like 'dro |
| Through the wisdom of a prism I see I don’t wanna go to prison |
| I make the decision to get liver |
| Reminiscin as I take a listen to my nigga 'Pac |
| While I envision my ambitions as a rider |
| Listen to Pharrell spit to the track |
| Pull up in a burgundy Bentley with a bitch in the back |
| I get to the paper like a hyper get to the crack |
| I ain’t speculatin homey I just stick to the facts, c’mon |
| If you wanna get the money and the status and the mob |
| Better ride when you roll with the crew |
| Take a listen for the bub hit the bud |
| When you hear this in the club then you know what to do |
| Look at the vision of a mack spittin crack on the track |
| Throw these stacks in the black Cadillac |
| Get it like Twista and Neptunes, I got your back |
| And know you |
| Ha ha… wait |
| My nigga open yo' mind, mind |
| Aren’t you ready to go? |
| All of my fears inside, side |
| Let 'em blow like 'dro |
| Ha ha… wait |
| Ha ha… wait |