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Zach Farlow
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Who We Are
Keep a roll like it's sushi Puerto Ricans and Cubans We in the 'vette making movies I turned your bitch to a groupie It ain't my fault that she choosin' I drop the top and went cruisin' I drop that bih like a hooptie We smokin' shit, turn you stupid And now we gone, these bitches call my phone Ain't got the time to deal with her What you think we playin' cards? Can't tell nobody 'Be real with you' You fucking with a star Me and Metro in the building Bitch you know who we are Bitch you know who we are
(1) We in the club rolling Swishers Fill the whole room with smoke Big shoutout to your sister she shoved the dick down her throat So many drugs in my system the kid just might overdose They feel my presence like Christmas the microphone filled with snow Bitch I'm the man now Spit so much heat I need a camo So focused that I need a camera (Zoom in) So many hoes they call me Santa (It's Zach Baby)
They tell me wait til you make it Not to say 'Killers are patient' It's either tell them they hating Just from the looks of they faces So many nights in the studio Blowing smoke with the Haitians And this shit levels increasing I swear my heart steady raising Just...
Keep a roll like it's sushi Puerto Ricans and Cubans We in the 'vette making movies I turned your bitch to a groupie It ain't my fault that she choosin' I drop the top and went cruisin' I drop that bih like a hooptie We smokin' shit, turn you stupid And now we gone, these bitches call my phone Ain't got the time to deal with her 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 What you think we playin' cards? Can't tell nobody 'Be real with you' You fucking with a star Me and Metro in the building Bitch you know who we are Bitch you know who we are
(2) I took her straight to the top And left her prints on the moon I took your bitch to the mall And they escorted through I swear all I do is ball I turned the mic to a hoop Can't let no groupie or hater Come nowhere me and my groove Cause I'm the man now I'm bout to blow in a minute I see they hands out There no more fucks to be given I need a time bomb Cut it for they know I'm a menace I smash your hoe, hid my millions All in her mouth we all did this alone I had a vision it started back home And now we here for that switch and we on No time for love leave your feelings at home No turning back cause bitch I'm too far gone
Keep a roll like it's sushi Puerto Ricans and Cubans We in the 'vette making movies I turned your bitch to a groupie It ain't my fault that she choosin' I drop the top and went cruisin' I drop that bih like a hooptie We smokin' shit, turn you stupid And now we gone, these bitches call my phone Ain't got the time to deal with her What you think we playin' cards? Can't tell nobody 'Be real with you' You fucking with a star Me and Metro in the building Bitch you know who we are Bitch you know who we are
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