Текст песни
Sometimes you just gotta, I don't know, man, it don't make sense and You just, you gotta get that shit off your Chest, know? This ain't a love song, Though. It's a fuck song, though. Ah. My baby always tryna beef me. She always threatening to leave me. But girl I'm outside with my GGs. So hold tight I'ma call you in the morning. I know you heard my last CD. You probably see me on your TV. I made it out this shit ain't easy. I had to get up out the hood this Shit got boring. We was trapping, now we touring. Was hopping trains but now it's foreigns. Check out my diamonds, ain't they awesome? Anytime my phone ring that's money calling. Ain't playing sports but we be balling. I hit this booth I put my all in. My youngers move just how I taught 'em. They come around the shell cases start falling. Ah. I come through smelling like Gorilla Glue and Yves Saint Laurent. I wear a mate P's just to stunt. My old folks good, it's a must, I send 'em Gs every month. I'm still hiding trees in the trunk. I'm young Vito Corleone back in the old country. This the get back for when they bumped me. I'm the reason Stella got her groove back, my Shit was jumpy. I always felt sorry for the Junkies. Cigar lounge, baby, easy with Jamaica pon The mink. The world is yours, riding 'cross the Blimp. I'm just a dirty south demon, Man, the rhythms of a pimp. Now this ain't a bop, it's a limp. We'll turn this disco inferno. Catch me at the Ritz sipping Merlot. We was getting rich when they was furloughed. Might be at the fight impersonating Frank Lucas in A fur coat. Bugged by the cameras in my earlobe. My tryna beef me. She always threatening to leave me. But girl I'm outside with my GGs. So hold tight I'ma call you in the morning. I know you heard my last CD. You probably see me on your TV. I made it out this shit ain't easy. I had to get up out the hood this Shit got boring. We was trapping, now we touring. Was hopping trains but now it's foreigns. Check out my diamonds, ain't they awesome? Anytime my phone ring that's money calling. Ain't playing sports but we be balling. I hit this booth I put my all in. My youngers move just how I taught 'em. They come around the shell cases start falling.
Youngs Teflon — Sicily
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