Vado - Kopy - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

01.01.2013

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[Hook: French Montana] I just copped a whole brick from papi About to hit the stove, get it popping None of my niggas moving sloppy Meet me on the ave, nigga copy Copy, copy, copy, copy I be whipping hard, 'till my wrist hurt (copy) I be whipping hard, 'till my wrist hurt (copy) I be whipping hard, 'till my wrist hurt (copy) [Verse 1: Vado] Yo, yo that's word to god Vado feed the block with it, lot of people starve Place the weight on a plate then you break it down in parts Make a move then I'm out, I don't wait around for narcs, nah (Hah!) Whip soft, I'm pissed off, took a week to get a brick off No Rich Ham, but got ripped off, lose fifty grand every missed call Its a cold world on my block, pump rock [?] work on my block Mailbox where I hold work on the block [?] work on the block Man, hit papi, tell him I need ten copy TNT will see the monopoly Move swift through thin ice like hockey 'Sup [?], this the number to wait for, dealin' weight for Hand me a plate, I don't care who ate more Nine in his face, [?] [Hook: French Montana] [Verse 2: Pusha T] King Push! I hear the going price for a brick is 43 That's Kendrick Perkins, I'm sellin' hard if it's up to me Break it down in all eight-balls, find MJG That's oldschool, that's West Coast, that's E-A Ski All I know about is getting money (Woo!) till the sun come up Dominicana with a calculator when they see my face I watch 'em all run up My heist run was a nice one, couldn't take the trip it had me paranoid Went from a smack dealer to a crack dealer, I've done sold drugs in every category (Woo!) I swear you niggas bore me, with your fuckin' stories You talkin' war in peace time with your fake ass glory And your fake ass jewelry, monkey ass jewelry Couldn't find a million with a road map and a bitch named Siri [Hook: French Montana] [Verse 3: Chinx] Four hoes on one strip, copy Come press four zones into one brick, copy I be copy cool, I might act a fool Hop out the drop top yellin' hallelujah Boy I flow like a faucet Had the [?] and you lost it, came in this bitch on some boss shit [?] but I roll out that coffin That bitch, we bone, on that bong we be coughin' I seen Javier on 45th But I [?] brick Counted all the paper, he told me "Copy" These fuckboys are carbon copy [Hook: French Montana]
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