LRC歌词
You know you’re over the hood (yeah)
No one will help you
I know you’re sad (aha)
There’s no hope
Smoke on Back to getting money and back to B*****s cars
Grabbing broads, pull over right here by this mall
I f**k you right here on this bar
She laugh like
I’m playin’
I took her to the room where
I was stayin’
Told her I could tell you’ve got a little man
But you ain’t got no plans
I just wanna f**k you out your pants
Try some so
I can watch you dance
She held me by the hand
I could really tell she was a fan ‘cause she kept telling me
Dom, do it again (again?)
I don’t even have to sneak it in
She told me next time we’ll meet up with a friend
I say who and when?
Grab my iPhone and got my brim
The worst sorta sounded like
Kim I was like ‘
Kim?’ Already her she wore me down
And it’s nothing like getting new girls
Well, that’s unless you’re hitting 2 girls
Smoke on Rhymes to lord, perhaps one day
I might win awards
I’m pinning for that type of s**t that’s what the f**k we in it for
More than what you bargain for and then some more
A worthy cause, never watched an episode of
Jersey Shore
Furthermore,
I’ll be with some hits on some dodger shit
Taking Al
Capone’s old sweater like
Mr. Roger did
And I ain’t even in it to floss,
I’d rather be a boss
Kick my feet up on the decks, lighting up cigars
Look, I’m tryna get my golf game under paw
Smother balls over and over y’all, like
Sean Lamont
Get my 80’s on flight, paid in full
Dom tell the man damn was that s**t until we made it cool
He run a new school so
I cupped him a bottle
Always in the streets hustlin’, f**kin’ with models
Gone in the wind like
I’m in Chicago
Nigga elva terrano,
LA wherever
I go Hook:
Every day a different girl they say my will fly
I’m on that
Kalis w**d so
I stay high
It ain’t no limits to the sky
I’m the truth, there’s no lie
I’m drinking on a cup of lean
I don’t count it,
I use a money machine
My team was watch the issue
So when we walked in, you know that this official, kush
Smoke on Mom’s named
Marvelous
Good wonderful bring with most artist get n***a in
RW This ain’t no gang sign homie, it’s a
W And raps where
I made my head at
Crime, polish by pretty pristine
From Panama, 24 but looks 19 with no panties on
Cowards not allowed on my team, it’s like nothing’s wrong
In and out of every boutique, all credit cards
Bartender,
I don’t drink
Gone several months bottles for all of the girls that’s gon swerve with us
Titties out, top floor swiss but still not sure
If they saw me on
TV but that twat saw
I’m about my next
CD, my next world tour
To purchase an impeccable
V with lambo doors
I am not Rambo n***a but still a soldier
A fortune at the balcony burnin’ at the built mall
Hook: Every day a different girl they say my will fly
I’m on that
Kalis w**d so
I stay high
It ain’t no limits to the sky
I’m the truth, there’s no lie
I’m drinking on a cup of lean
I don’t count it,
I use a money machine
My team was watch the issue
So when we walked in, you know that this official, kush
Smoke on, smoke on..
No one will help you
I know you’re sad (aha)
There’s no hope
Smoke on Back to getting money and back to B*****s cars
Grabbing broads, pull over right here by this mall
I f**k you right here on this bar
She laugh like
I’m playin’
I took her to the room where
I was stayin’
Told her I could tell you’ve got a little man
But you ain’t got no plans
I just wanna f**k you out your pants
Try some so
I can watch you dance
She held me by the hand
I could really tell she was a fan ‘cause she kept telling me
Dom, do it again (again?)
I don’t even have to sneak it in
She told me next time we’ll meet up with a friend
I say who and when?
Grab my iPhone and got my brim
The worst sorta sounded like
Kim I was like ‘
Kim?’ Already her she wore me down
And it’s nothing like getting new girls
Well, that’s unless you’re hitting 2 girls
Smoke on Rhymes to lord, perhaps one day
I might win awards
I’m pinning for that type of s**t that’s what the f**k we in it for
More than what you bargain for and then some more
A worthy cause, never watched an episode of
Jersey Shore
Furthermore,
I’ll be with some hits on some dodger shit
Taking Al
Capone’s old sweater like
Mr. Roger did
And I ain’t even in it to floss,
I’d rather be a boss
Kick my feet up on the decks, lighting up cigars
Look, I’m tryna get my golf game under paw
Smother balls over and over y’all, like
Sean Lamont
Get my 80’s on flight, paid in full
Dom tell the man damn was that s**t until we made it cool
He run a new school so
I cupped him a bottle
Always in the streets hustlin’, f**kin’ with models
Gone in the wind like
I’m in Chicago
Nigga elva terrano,
LA wherever
I go Hook:
Every day a different girl they say my will fly
I’m on that
Kalis w**d so
I stay high
It ain’t no limits to the sky
I’m the truth, there’s no lie
I’m drinking on a cup of lean
I don’t count it,
I use a money machine
My team was watch the issue
So when we walked in, you know that this official, kush
Smoke on Mom’s named
Marvelous
Good wonderful bring with most artist get n***a in
RW This ain’t no gang sign homie, it’s a
W And raps where
I made my head at
Crime, polish by pretty pristine
From Panama, 24 but looks 19 with no panties on
Cowards not allowed on my team, it’s like nothing’s wrong
In and out of every boutique, all credit cards
Bartender,
I don’t drink
Gone several months bottles for all of the girls that’s gon swerve with us
Titties out, top floor swiss but still not sure
If they saw me on
TV but that twat saw
I’m about my next
CD, my next world tour
To purchase an impeccable
V with lambo doors
I am not Rambo n***a but still a soldier
A fortune at the balcony burnin’ at the built mall
Hook: Every day a different girl they say my will fly
I’m on that
Kalis w**d so
I stay high
It ain’t no limits to the sky
I’m the truth, there’s no lie
I’m drinking on a cup of lean
I don’t count it,
I use a money machine
My team was watch the issue
So when we walked in, you know that this official, kush
Smoke on, smoke on..
文本歌词
You know you’re over the hood (yeah)No one will help youI know you’re sad (aha)There’s no hopeSmoke on Back to getting money and back to B*****s carsGrabbing broads, pull over right here by this mallI f**k you right here on this barShe laugh likeI’m playin’I took her to the room whereI was stayin’Told her I could tell you’ve got a little manBut you ain’t got no plansI just wanna f**k you out your pantsTry some soI can watch you danceShe held me by the handI could really tell she was a fan ‘cause she kept telling meDom, do it again (again?)I don’t even have to sneak it inShe told me next time we’ll meet up with a friendI say who and when?Grab my iPhone and got my brimThe worst sorta sounded likeKim I was like ‘Kim?’ Already her she wore me downAnd it’s nothing like getting new girlsWell, that’s unless you’re hitting 2 girlsSmoke on Rhymes to lord, perhaps one dayI might win awardsI’m pinning for that type of s**t that’s what the f**k we in it forMore than what you bargain for and then some moreA worthy cause, never watched an episode ofJersey ShoreFurthermore,I’ll be with some hits on some dodger shitTaking AlCapone’s old sweater likeMr. Roger didAnd I ain’t even in it to floss,I’d rather be a bossKick my feet up on the decks, lighting up cigarsLook, I’m tryna get my golf game under pawSmother balls over and over y’all, likeSean LamontGet my 80’s on flight, paid in fullDom tell the man damn was that s**t until we made it coolHe run a new school soI cupped him a bottleAlways in the streets hustlin’, f**kin’ with modelsGone in the wind likeI’m in ChicagoNigga elva terrano,LA whereverI go Hook:Every day a different girl they say my will flyI’m on thatKalis w**d soI stay highIt ain’t no limits to the skyI’m the truth, there’s no lieI’m drinking on a cup of leanI don’t count it,I use a money machineMy team was watch the issueSo when we walked in, you know that this official, kushSmoke on Mom’s namedMarvelousGood wonderful bring with most artist get n***a inRW This ain’t no gang sign homie, it’s aW And raps whereI made my head atCrime, polish by pretty pristineFrom Panama, 24 but looks 19 with no panties onCowards not allowed on my team, it’s like nothing’s wrongIn and out of every boutique, all credit cardsBartender,I don’t drinkGone several months bottles for all of the girls that’s gon swerve with usTitties out, top floor swiss but still not sureIf they saw me onTV but that twat sawI’m about my nextCD, my next world tourTo purchase an impeccableV with lambo doorsI am not Rambo n***a but still a soldierA fortune at the balcony burnin’ at the built mallHook: Every day a different girl they say my will flyI’m on thatKalis w**d soI stay highIt ain’t no limits to the skyI’m the truth, there’s no lieI’m drinking on a cup of leanI don’t count it,I use a money machineMy team was watch the issueSo when we walked in, you know that this official, kushSmoke on, smoke on..
