Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Dźwięk


Interfejs


Poziom trudności


Akcent



język interfejsu

pl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Polityka Cookie   |   Wsparcie   |   FAQ
1
zarejestruj się / zaloguj
Lyrkit

podarować

5$

Lyrkit

podarować

10$

Lyrkit

podarować

20$

Lyrkit

I/lub wesprzyj mnie w mediach społecznościowych. sieci:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Takeoff

Magellanic (from "Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2" album)

 

Magellanic (from "Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2" album)


Uhhh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
DJ Durel
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes sir

Big bank on me bitch, watch, I pop shit (Pop)
Mob with the clique, take a trip, this that real shit (Real)
Pulled a whip out the garage for the camera flicks (Skrrt, skrrt)
Jewelry heist, all my jewelry bite, ain't no camera tricks (Ice)
A pound of Perc', and four pints of syrup, that's my travel kit (Lean)
That chopper worse, on my side of turf, this that magic stick
I took that risk and we did it first, now we filthy rich, ugh (Now we filthy rich)

Rich nigga but I need a rich bad bitch (Bitch)
Making broke niggas sick of paying broke bitch rent (Bitch)
I'm a trap nigga, bitch, I ain't your fucking Clark Kent (Nah)
Make a five star bitch take a seat right on the bench

So many pounds in the vicinity, the room got a stench (Ew)
Way up top, don't fuck with many
Smoking green, no, not The Grinch (Cookie)
When you're getting a lot of paper, real or fake, can't tell from which
Put them brands on my fist and put Celine on my bitch
Flip the switch, take a pic, want that bag? Take a risk
I got ice, live the life, I got cash, that's a lick
They got stripes, won't go right, they gon' blast with the shit
Fuck the tab, make 'em mad, when I spazz, they get sick
I spent a dime on the coat and bought some lines for your ho (Lines)
Put that Patek out the window, turn that rain into snow
I never changed, only thing I left is change at the store
And know the gang, they don't even ask for names where we go
From the Nawf, used to kick a door, it was me and 'Cho
From the bando, now we topping charts on Billboard
For the check, had to grip the Tek, it was me and 'Set (Yeah)
A nigga did a lotta shit, but we ain't gon' speak on that (Shh)
I don't post a lotta shit, 'cause I don't like the internet (Nah)
And these niggas ain't stopping shit, it's free smoke, they can catch contact (Smoke)
You looking, it ain't hard to find with all these chains and these baguettes (Ice)
I drip, don't care 'bout taking pictures when these niggas post every pic (No cap)

Rich nigga but I need a rich bad bitch (Bitch)
Making broke niggas sick of paying broke bitch rent (Bitch)
I'm a trap nigga, bitch, I ain't your fucking Clark Kent (Nah)
Make a five star bitch take a seat right on the bench
DJ Durel

zrobione

Czy dodałeś wszystkie nieznane słowa z tej piosenki?