Текст песни
Hopped into the Bentley, flooded out wrist. Cash in the bank, bag I can't lift. Driver turn the scene, might just hit a riff. Diamonds be so shiny, thought it was a myth. Hopped into the Bentley, flooded out wrist. Cash in the bank, bag I can't lift. Driver turn the scene, might just hit a riff. Diamonds be so shiny, thought it was a myth. O-o-o you got me so fed up, I might Just go and ghost ya. Doing burnouts in the Whip, we chiefing gas, we smoking reefer. Knocking on my door, the grim reaper wanna take My soul. I'm a living collage by the devil Just to make him fold. ain't with no hater, I just laugh at phonies when they know. I was born a paper chaser, burning money, make 'em pile snow. I'm a skrter in the whip With true wolves in the backseat. Shawty tuck a blade, standing out like a black Sheep. Everybody break down, shawty love to do her Dance. Dancing with the devil, shawty sold her soul To take a stance. Black nail, punk rock, jumping In the mosh She a hardcore, fire, yeah, prisoner Of darkness. Hands 'round my neck, got her love Scars tatted up. Got me feeling fam, raining blood In the drop top. I love how shawty slay, Tuck the blade, now it's psycho. The fire and the flames do my thing, it's A freak. Hopped Into The Bentley, flooded Out wrist. Cash in the bank, bag I can't Lift. Driver turn the scene, might just hit a Riff. Diamonds be so shiny, thought it was a Myth. Hopped into the Bentley, flooded out wrist. Cash in the bank, bag I can't lift. Driver turn the scene, might just hit a riff. Diamonds be so shiny, thought it was a myth. O-o-o you got me so fed up, I might Just go and ghost ya. Doing burnouts in the Whip, we chiefing gas, we smoking reefer. Knocking on my door, the grim reaper wanna take My soul. I'm a living collage by the devil Just to make him fold. I ain't with no Hater, I just laugh at phonies when they know. I was born a paper chaser, burning money, make 'em pile snow. I'm a skrter in the whip With true wolves in the backseat. Shawty tuck a blade, standing out like a black Sheep. Everybody break down, shawty love to do her Dance. Dancing with the devil, shawty sold her soul To take a stance. Black nail, punk rock, jumping In the mosh pit. She a hardcore, fire, yeah, Prisoner of darkness. Hands 'round my neck, got her love scars tatted Up. Got me feeling fam, raining blood in the Drop top. I love how shawty slay, tuck the Blade, now it's psycho. The fire and the flames Do my thing, it's a freak.
Hayit Murat — Midnight Hustle
«Midnight Hustle» — Hayit Murat. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:58. Жанр — Танцевальная.
