Wraith - Casino

Wraith - Casino

Альбом
Disrespectful
Год
2018
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
155080

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Wraith

Casino

Fat nigga ridin' in the Wraith

Pockets on a fat bitch weight

Got a house built on the lake

Four Cartier bracelets, I’m straight

Sixty racks when you add it all up

Try to rob, I put you on a plate

No shrimps, I only eat steak

Fat boy stay fresh every day

Head to toe, I stay in designer

All the chains like I hit a gold mine

Goyard filled with ten pounds

No luggage when I’m goin' out of town

Buy the mall when the jet hit land

Got your bitch and she down with the plan

Tell her put the birds in her pocketbook

Let the bitch bring 'em back to the A

Birds comin' in from San Francisco

Dogfood comin' in from LA

Fat boy, probably 'lone in Peachtree

I’m in Aventador, ridin' down Peach Street

That’s a half a million dollars, feds watchin' me

Switch the wheels up, just like Big Meech

Turned up Magic City on the same day

Got three hoes man, who go both ways

Feed them percocet, fat boy stayin' loaded

Keep extendo and that bitch stay loaded

Try to rob, then I’m gonna have to unload it

Rockin' cargo jeans, all pockets full

'Nother whip, nothin' but Freebandz in 'em

When you gettin' bricks in, gotta go in 'em

When you buy a Rollie, gotta bust it down

Sippin' mud just to slow shit down

Fat nigga ridin' in the Wraith

Pockets on a fat bitch weight

Got a house built on the lake

Four Cartier bracelets, I’m straight

Sixty racks when you add it all up

Try to rob, I put you on a plate

No shrimps, I only eat steak

Fat boy stay fresh every day

Twelve go T motherfucker

Geeked off perc motherfucker

Money real long motherfucker

Bitches on my line, I’ma fuck her

Fuck the bitch one time, fuck her

Got pounds on the roads, I stuffed 'em

Plug tryna play somethin', nigga took 'em

Back door, I hit 'em with a triple cross

Fat boy sweat harder than Rick Ross

Diamonds hittin' like woo, good lord

Bitch jumpin' on my dick like trampoline

Pour an eight up, pour it up with the team

If it ain’t raw then we don’t drink lean

Been gettin' money since like thirteen

Kirkwood, rep that heart of the hood

260 right away so I’m eatin' good

Fat nigga ridin' in the Wraith

Pockets on a fat bitch weight

Got a house built on the lake

Four Cartier bracelets, I’m straight

Sixty racks when you add it all up

Try to rob, I put you on a plate

No shrimps, I only eat steak

Fat boy stay fresh every day

Head to toe, I stay in designer

All the chains like I hit a gold mine

Goyard filled with ten pounds

No luggage when I’m goin' out of town

Buy the mall when the jet hit land

Got your bitch and she down with the plan

Tell her put the birds in her pocketbook

Let the bitch bring 'em back to the A

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