Phil Ade - Second Chance - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Intro] Yeah, royal fam Hey Mark, I think it's gone be a good summer Let's start it off right [Hook 1: Phil Ade] And if I had to I would do it again Cause the money keep calling and baby I'm all in, I'm all in If I had to I would do it again Cause the money keep calling and baby I'm all in, I'm all in [Verse 1: Phil Ade] Go hard or go home That's what they told me from the do' Go get it you're on your own Get money, over-go a dome The booth get cut like college hoops Dudes lie, I rely on truth Oh you wanna hang? Go buy you a noose I make niggas step like stoops Me? I got my eye on loot Niggas think slow, me I'm a Coupe Hotel party, we on the roof Once you wake up, I've already gone *poof* These local vixen have no convictions So I'm throwing peace signs like I voted for Nixon I'm cold with the dick, cause I'm cold with addiction And these little chicks just want commission But momma ain't raised no fool Though I may be out of school Bitch I'm me, who the fuck is you? Your friend on me, you suck it too I found my move won't let this chance pass I'ma be straight no Lance Bass I do this for my team No plan B, nigga this my dream [Hook 2] You can't can't count on a second chance The second chance will never be found You can't can't count on a second try The second try will never turn out You can't can't count on a second chance The second chance will never be found You can't can't count on a second try The second try will never turn out [Hook 1: Phil Ade] [Verse 2: Phil Ade] Tonight is no tomorrow So I'm taking these two bottles And I promise they'll be empty Cause these models tryin to tempt me Hit McDonalds, buy a ten piece Cause I'm high it's like I'm ten feet Try my best to not pass out She wanna have sex, I ain't even ask her out SRT, window blacked out Oh you wanted speed than don't back out Told my nigga B, when the loud pack out Got so much green, I could bring Shaq out Spring back out, so I'm rocking J's and a T Getting brained from chick with A's in the D Fuck a double-bed room we can stay in a suite Spit game like I gotta arcade on my teeth Huh, when it come to dames I'm a thief, just ask "What are them stains on the sheets?" I'm a beast I'm a dog, every week on ya blog Straight boutique said "peace to them all" Nigga my drawers is plaid And these draws they match my bed I know you mad I got a problem I wear these cause you ain't got 'em My shoes got red on the bottom My TI, got free, you bought em And I’m riding down Rhode Island Bumping Tip midnight marauding And this whip, we can put your broad in You bullshit you tip in Rodman DMV that’s what I'm shining And I got right now that's the perfecting timing Cuz you [Hook 2] [Hook 1: Phil Ade]
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