Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dat Lingo , by - Vee tha Rula. Song from the album RULA 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tha Alumni
Song language: English
Dat Lingo |
| I say damn, I’m just happy for my fam |
| Broke nigga to a million dollar man |
| I say, you ain’t even know dat lingo |
| I say, you ain’t even know dat lingo |
| Smoke is floating out my mouth a double cup up in my hand |
| Yeah, niggas say I’m the hottest in the land |
| I say, you ain’t even know dat lingo |
| I say, you ain’t even know dat lingo |
| I just sold a sack |
| Now I’m back home smoking on the sack |
| Don’t get high on your own supply man |
| I’m just thankful I can rap |
| I swear this shit is just a trap a maze you run without a map |
| And man my girl won’t text me back another bitch just text me back |
| Like why you actin' I’ve been texting |
| Other day we just was sexting |
| 'Nother bitch just read the message |
| Lord this shit is getting messy |
| I just feel so special flexing watch out for Tha Rula |
| Study like a tutor smoking loud your shit is muted |
| This shit can get confusing cause this shit is more than music |
| When you down feel like losing baby mom said you can do it |
| Raising crazy said he booling said he see me fooling |
| Just get ready for what’s coming |
| When we on we going stupid |
| Ay my nigga shit is real |
| I just sealed a deal |
| Champagne on the chill lemme tell you how it feel |
| Look I pull up in that bitch and coat that cocaine brought that foreign |
| I sprinkle sprinkle on the booth the molly got me on |
| I just copped a closer that’s a pint of lean I pour it |
| I keep a wooley on my hip and yeah I’m quick to blow it |
| I got niggas 13-toed trainers in the hood |
| They don’t know no better cause their mama holding drugs |
| They don’t want no hustle man they really kill their buzz |
| Gone off the water smoking sherm by the judge |
| Now my youngin' facing life and nigga that’s a elbow |
| When you strapped up like Mac’s fam we call that velcro |
| You know a nigga making juice I’m working 6 cell phones |
| Hate to front the Glock so I got (?) |
| You ain’t even know dat lingo |
| A grand pre and a black gran tourino |
| To the club run the door down like Dino |
| Passing through Miami call me Inky Moreno |
| Champagne got me wet as a taquito |
| When you see me it’s a wrap |
| For you rappers no burrito |
| Said I fucks with you un poquito |
| Finito excuse me I’m just try’na keep a C note |
| Remember back then all them bitches who would play me |
| When I was broke and now they want my million dollar baby |
| You used to be the baddest now you look just like Shanaynay |
| And then lost all of your ass and had another kid with Ray-Ray |