M Watts - Liberachi - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Produced by Lex Luger] [Hook: M Watts] (x2) Diamonds, all on my body I'm a livin', livin' Liberace Organized crime, don't fear nobody I'm a livin', livin' John Gotti [Verse 1: M Watts] My niggas, we do this, South Beach, my new shit Found my new new bitch, mollied up, she clueless Money blowin', it's too cold, finish line, we too close Four doors on that 650, yeah nigga that's coupe though Been been been been ballin', diamond on me, flossin' Livin' Liberace, hoes think that I'm awesome Base mailed and them K shells'll give a nigga 20 That phone jump for that whole thing, told 'em give me 20 I'll be right back, yeah, count that money Call Papi's cell, we need another one Patty cake that cake down, [?] pull them drapes down Locked and we loaded, quarter mil' for this breakdown [Hook: M Watts] (x2) [Verse 2: Pusha T] White diamonds on a white cross, white hood, I'm in a white horse Playing bitch be of the Ku Klux, I tax a nigga like a write-off Steady gettin' that white off, all my niggas put 'em right on Wanted poster for the heavy D, not because a nigga write songs Overweight, tip the scale, quarter ki, [?] Beat the case so I skipped the jail If I toss a nickel then I wish you well Rah, my hitmen don't miss men, they kill shit Trunk a nigga then burn the car, know I'm talkin' that real shit Body bags, duffle bags, couple gloves, couple shovels and Dig the ditch for your mans and them Ain't cost me no more than a couple grand WOO! Just watch, niggas King Push, we them watch niggas Dope boys 'til death do us Fuck with none of y'all cop niggas [Hook: M Watts] (x2) [Verse 3: M Watts] Middle of the kitchen, couple birdies go missin' That wrist wop, them grits locked, it's homemade, it go instant Listen up, it's Dunville, bottles up, done deal Fake shit that they hittin' on, find out if these guns real Live action, 2K, bed somethin', I forget her Four racks on that biker jacket, Balmain, fore weather Rain sport, ball weather, carry on, that's all weather All flyin', we all buyin', we all gettin' this damn cheddar Margiela, Watts, nigga, all eyes, Pac, nigga Money made, money blown, get back to that pot, nigga Penthouse, 2 floors, you drop? Who knows? Rap shit just don't work out, XOV that loophole [Hook: M Watts] (x2)
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