Never Had A Job - Fredo Santana, Chief Keef

Never Had A Job - Fredo Santana, Chief Keef

Альбом
Fredo Kruger 2
Год
2017
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
199260

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Never Had A Job

Fredo Santana, Chief Keef

Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star

Gang with me don’t get your ass popped

Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far

Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked

Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops

When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car

Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

Spent a real big sack and it’s still on the receipt in the register

I just stepped out Balenciagas eleven duh

Baptized your bitch you know I gotta Reverend her

Shit we just committed I ain’t telling her

Jury say I’m guilty, tryna stick me in the box

Told my lawyer I was counting guap and getting top

My young niggas fighting for their life, I gotta break them out

Just found out your hiding spot, I got them staking out

Slide down, we ain’t dining in, we got to take them out

Leave a fuck nigga on the ground and have them rake em out

Call up the nearest Clark Kent, tell him save them now

Peel off in that Bruce Wayne, got to make it out

I’m addicted to money and fancy cars

You ain’t Glory Boy you ain’t Savage Squad

You know you can’t be out after dark

Let the tech and mac off, that’s a damn menage

My bitch got an ass like Nicki Minaj

Went through her phone all I see is my collage

I’m 61st and foreigns all up in my garages

They be hating on me trying to sabotage

Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star

Gang with me don’t get your ass popped

Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far

Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked

Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops

When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car

Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

Sneak dissing on the net I put money on your head

Damn, the next day they found your ass dead

All face shots man we don’t shoot at legs

Middle finger to the opps, Middle finger to the feds

I let them play with big guns like them ARs

You ain’t Glory Boy, you ain’t Savage Squad

You ain’t from the streets, you ain’t with the mob

Caught a nigga slipping, I was camouflaged

Shoot him in the face leave him in his fucking yard

With that fucking chopper, I be flipping cards

Got shorties 15 ready to catch a charge

And they be on Front Street yelling Savage Squad

Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star

Gang with me don’t get your ass popped

Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far

Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked

Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops

When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car

Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

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