Half-a-mil

Half-a-mil - Fires In Hell songtekst

Je score:

[Half-A-Mill]

It ain't right, if it ain't rough, gettin paid's a must

We made the bucks, even the player's hate us

Is it the way we shine Gordiere gear since '89

And shorty wit diamonds from South African mines

Now it's '99, nearly 2 G, still in coogie

Crib wit Jacuzzi, it is in the movie

I take a shit, grippin the uzi

Plan to make ya rich, smoothly, on the low

Fuck a new V, on the run like Kool G.

Marijuana twist, camouflage sis

On some hard shit, charge like a platinum card, kid

Enter the wild life, Crystal life, I'd rather die twice

Before I eat, four chicken wings and fried rice

Yo dunn, we high price, we news of the world

White wine type, I don't like swine type

No bullshit we, strictly chronic to life

Bionic wit mics, seein shit with astronomical sight, tropin night

Laid up, after the fight, live from cocktail Milion

Land like alien, in Roswell

Fly as hell, mad clientele, light up a L

Hot enough to cause fires in hell



[Chorus]

Fire (fire), burnin (burnin)

It's like fire (fire), burnin (burnin)

It's like fire (fire), burnin (burnin)

Hot enough to cause fires in hell, fires in hell



[Half-A-Mill]

Stupid reefer, still ride Gucci sneakers

Ill, your shit can kill for the phone, if I leave her

I ain't a player, I just get buffed a lot

Somethin hot must of dropped, headed up top

On the lee-lo, we know, niggas don't want us to see dough

See us flossin, you swear to God we rob Tito's

Car paid for, smack the shit outta the repo

Every verse is kilo, in the streets yo

Thoroughbred exquisite, escalate mega digits

Head twisted, on the red, by vet bitches

Super fly son, movin my gun, born on the run

More to come, all in one, luxurious fallen on

Notorious baller, dunn, peep the prognosis

I be the high explosive, burnin bushes like Howard Moses

Higher dosage, chocolate roasted

Made ya team, without a coach kid, chrome toasted



[Chorus]



[Half-A-Mill]

Project general, wise criminal

Five percent of two, biochemical, nine emeralds

Rubies, sapphire, who be the most higher?

Insult liars, don't try us, get your coke tied up

Throat tied up, we lay til the coke dry up

Race like relays, day and night in V.A.

You want a key and yay, see a

You ain't got the dough we spray, fuck the D.A.

Truck breeze away, material world

Big guns, wit scratched serial world

My cats put an end to your world

Twistin ya girl, hot spittin, pissin ya girl

But she's the freak at night, back seat of the jeep type

Holdin heat type, New World Order of the catamites

War over water, Babylon Six, we the light

We the life givin forces, in this fortress

Of hidden forces, design to trick and torture



[Chorus x3]
Vind dit lied op:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Taal: Engels

Deel je mening

Dit formulier wordt beschermd door reCAPTCHA en de Google Privacy Policy en Servicevoorwaarden zijn daarbij van toepassing.

0 Reacties gevonden