Apollo Brown & Planet Asia - Faces On The Dollar - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Intro] 5-5-4 Fresno California. Nahmasaying? You know how the fuck we get down. Nahmean? Play this shit a thousand times. Nahmean? While I just cash out niggas. Starburst shirt wearing ass niggas. Nahmean? Fuck outta here [Verse 1] My ways in actions reflect greatness, stand on my square sacred Serious grill, this is the hand that writes the hatred I scroll the jewel up, your flow is tulip Truly on your shit, sandals and incense is sueto Vibe on my scripture, ride to the pictures I paint Even the deaf, dumb, and blind can’t intertwine with this one I’m too grown to do what shorty do The cook up cost more than what the snorty do Shoot your face in the particles with a .22 From the sleeve of the custom hitting pocket of naughty goose Why would I lie to you? That’s something that I’m too fly to do I’m on some [?] whining hoes Lord forgive me for the gluttony But not having a dollar to feed my family, just wasn't me [Hook] This is legendary status, it ain’t a small time thing Money machine, use it, the faces of the dollar could talk, I swear Telling me to stay prepared, stand on the grind It’s money to be made everywhere It ain’t a small time thing Money machine, use it, the faces of the dollar could talk, I swear Telling me to stay prepared, stand on the grind It’s money to be made everywhere [Verse 2] Shout-out to Frank H., Frank White, [?], I.B Center Summers and winters, all the fly shit that I remember Fucking with me on this mic, it ain’t a man that I know Since selling dope out the brownies out of abandoned condos One verse will have you all stuck Might hold a hand and kick a can to get my balls sucked Parental advisory, I suggest we’re dealing with rhymes of chef When I’m beasting, I’m releasing all kinds of stress You fooly ass rappers is making it too easy for me I’m on my fly thug shit, that’s easy money With enough brethren, that’s rough around the edges Here to ruffle up some feathers, and it’s nothing, it’s whatever Lord forgive me for the gluttony But not being a g-o-d on my cipher just wasn't me Still sucker free, niggas can’t fuck with me And not having no money to feed my family, fuck a "please" [Hook]
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