Noir

Know here for somethin', no hotel parade. All them dealers, they know me, Got my Guns and cocaine. Tell me, tell Me who want one? Make bun, get a gun. I'm the trunk of the yacht, showin' money so They run. Know that they'll here for somethin', but No hotel parade. All them dealers, they know got my cocaine. Tell me who want one? Make a bun, get A gun. I'm the trunk of the yacht, showin' Money so they run. Know that they'll be here Somethin', but no parade. All them dealers, they know me, got my guns And Cocaine. Tell me who Want One? Make A bun, get a Gun. I'm the Trunk of the yacht, showin' money so they run. They down the block, they saw him, police came, Come on. He in the whip like, "Yes, get Him, I'm dead wrong." Pull up to the door and broke rolled it As the jail come. Detective doin' numb, they caught the they gone Blunt. They down the block, they saw him, Police on. He the whip like, they get him, I'm dead wrong." Pull up to the door broke it as jail Detective caught