Testo 211 - Iamsu!
Testo della canzone 211 (Iamsu!), tratta dall'album Kilt (Deluxe Edition)
Two eleven, yap, two eleven
Taking niggas' money and bitches, two eleven
Yap, two eleven, yap, two eleven
Taking niggas' money and bitches, two eleven
And when I'm up in the club, it's a wrap
Ladies give me hugs, homies give me dap
You standing in the line, I pull up in the back
Leave your girl around me, she might get jacked
Call me klepto, dog, we cutthroat
Pop that there and drop that butt low
Girl my money is humongo, I get more green than the jungle
I get more green like Vallejo, baby, I got gas for sale
If you take my side away from me, I get that dough with braille
Man these rappers so female, pop they cap with no detail
It's the mob, no dinero, on my job, cracking sales
Niggas swear that they real, but they fraud, what's the deal?
They some broads, bet they squeal, hit the jail, show and tell
Show me what that thang do
Baby take your clothes off and let it hang loose
Gave your girl one wish, it never came true
She got a homie so you know I brought the gang through
Gang reppin', always on my job, ain't no half steppin'
Taking niggas' money and bitches, two eleven
Taking niggas' money and bitches, two eleven
Yap, two eleven, yap, two eleven
Taking niggas' money and bitches, two eleven
Yap, two eleven, yap, two eleven
Taking niggas' money and bitches, two eleven
After the club, I'm leavin' early for a reason
Left with your girl, took her back to the Four Seasons
Niggas be mad 'cause they know that they ho cheatin'
Showin' out in front of they homies, sayin' they leavin'
Homie, that was never my lady so you can keep her
She was just a freak that do anything for a t-shirt
Cheerleader, shoulda stayed up in the bleachers
They should put your kid in the paper, give me a feature
Broke niggas mad 'cause they can't afford a feature
The floor on Maserati, you couldn't afford to lease it
Ho I got the game, I put together the pieces
Cop Jordans just to crease 'em, just to season
It was me, all my homies, these girls was all up on me
So fly they try to clone me, these labels tryna own me
Real never phony, tell her text never phone me
And I leave your girl lonely, make her best friend wanna bone me
Gang reppin', always on my job, ain't no half steppin'
Taking niggas' money and bitches, two eleven
Taking niggas' money and bitches, two eleven
Yap, two eleven, yap, two eleven
Taking niggas' money and bitches, two eleven
Yap, two eleven, yap, two eleven
Taking niggas' money and bitches, two eleven
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Writer(s): Sudan Williams, Paulo Ytienza Rodriguez
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