Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Condolences, artist - Vado.
Date of issue: 31.01.2017
Song language: English
My Condolences |
Found me out in Berlin while is parked in mimosa |
Eating breakfast with Cali, discussing touring the coast up |
As I’m standing on top of this roaster |
Yelling no new friends 'cause y’all really thought it was over |
My condolences, Michael Corleone is |
Never got his Rollie here, watch 'em out, you don’t know me, kid |
But the moral of the story is I learned more rules |
From moving quadrants with warriors |
Caught a deal with that new cash, quarter mil' that blew fast |
Sporting wills, I flew past, y’all corny still, y’all boot trash |
Boo that, they ought to chill, they shoot back |
My bottles ready, my boot black, call Harlem head, that’s a true fact |
Table full of cash, get to counting, man |
If it’s only off a point, you count it again |
Show me the connect, fuck the middle man |
Like Al said, y’all born to lose, we was built to win |
You ain’t living 'cause you broke, my condolences |
You ain’t that nigga on your coast, my condolences |
You on the verge of getting smoked, my condolences |
Hit him a chair and some rope, my condolences |
Up in Bugatti, hot weed, loud as Ducati bikes |
No bullshit, I’m married to pimping like Scottie’s wife |
Pockets light, it was days I played the lobby tight |
Pocket knife and some yay, praying this fucking product right |
Naj, we got 'em tight, they on the ropes |
Before I’m ghost I make sure the bosses get overloads |
Paid them five families some loot and toast |
Artist broke, put 'em up, I eat 'em up like artichoke |
I heard them getting money, where them dollars at? |
Broke prayer, we did a lot of that |
Fronting on them, hollaback, twitter name Get At Me, follow that |
Table full of cash, get to counting, man |
If it’s only off a point, you count it again |
Show me the connect, fuck the middle man |
Like Al said, y’all born to lose, we was built to win |
You ain’t living 'cause you broke, my condolences |
You ain’t that nigga on your coast, my condolences |
You on the verge of getting smoked, my condolences |
Hit him a chair and some rope, my condolences |
Where my slimes at, where my slimes at |
Where my slimes at, where my slimes at |
Where my slimes at, where my slimes at |
Where my slimes at |
Where my slimes at, where my slimes at |
Where my slimes at, where my slimes at |
Where my slimes at, where my slimes at |
Where my slimes at |
Table full of cash, get to counting, man |
If it’s only off a point, you count it again |
Show me the connect, fuck the middle man |
Like Al said, y’all born to lose, we was built to win |
You ain’t living 'cause you broke, my condolences |
You ain’t that nigga on your coast, my condolences |
You on the verge of getting smoked, my condolences |
Hit him a chair and some rope, my condolences |