Jose Guapo - Last of the Real - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

10.03.2018

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Tekst piosenki
[Intro: Jose Guapo & Gunna] Yeah (yeah) (Yeah), Gunna and Guapo Uh, extravagant drip Run that back Turbo You dig? [Chorus: Gunna & Jose Guapo] Yeah, I just got the skin on the belt (uh) Gotta get the riches and wealth (uh) I might spend a mil on myself (uh) 'Nother million for the clique (uh) We the last real niggas left (uh-huh) I'ma keep it real 'til the death (uh) Never need a hand or get help (uh-huh) [Verse 1: Joe Guapo] Uh, you know I came in by myself You they type of nigga get shelved I got some Loubs on my shelves I'm rockin' an Off-White belt, I put Chanel on my back We was broke and we ain't never goin' back We was broke and we ain't never goin' back, uh Close the curtains on the new Maybach This bitch is too thick and I hit from the back Pop a perc, now I beat out her back Fuck a ho then I count up my racks I can blow a mil in a day-ay-ay I'm not gonna stop 'til we straight-ay-ay We at the top, lil nigga just face it I'm rockin' Louis Vuitton bracelets I go to the spa and plus I get facial One call, I swear they'll erase you I'm not gonna race you Roll up a Backwood and face it Gunna Gunna in the coupe I'm in the spaceship, uh, bitch [Chorus: Gunna] Yeah, I just got the skin on the bear Gotta get the riches and wealth I might spend a mil on myself 'Nother million for the clique We the last real niggas left I'ma keep it real 'til the death Never need a hand or get help [Verse 2: Gunna] I can never switch, nigga this is it, I predicted I'd get rich This as drippy as it gets, fur carpet cheetah prints Hit the condo with your bitch, give her psychedelic dick G seats in the jet, coppin' these baguettes Nigga still threaten me, niggas so petty Playin' with the ice, Wayne Gretzky Bitch pocket light, that's a pet peeve Fuckin' with the bag, get the neck cheap Bought a big yacht, not a jet-ski VVS it make her pussy wet, yeah [Chorus: Gunna] I just got the skin on the bear Gotta get the riches and wealth I might spend a mil on myself 'Nother million for the clique We the last real niggas left I'ma keep it real 'til the death Never need a hand or get help
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