Testo 60 For The Lawyer - Dave East feat. Harry Fraud
Testo della canzone 60 For The Lawyer (Dave East feat. Harry Fraud), tratta dall'album HOFFA
Guest tonight our attorney Melvin Beline
Jimmy Hoffa
Wagwan, uh?
You sold drugs to make it happen, i respect you (i respect you)
Know some parents might neglect
Never treat you like you special (never treat you like you special)
McDonald's, i had three for twenty
Meet me by the restroom (meet me right there)
Now I'm in the condo in Biscayne, it got the best view (beautiful)
I see the ocean (i see the ocean)
Exotic climates got me ashy, i'ma need some lotion (Aveeno)
To really make it out the trenches,
You gon' need devotion (you need devotion)
Dedication ain't valued like it's supposed to be (nah)
Got post-traumatic stress disorder,
So watch how you approachin' me (watch)
Overseas they treat me like I'm Lenny Kravitz
Foamposite addict, if you see the Penny's, grab 'em (grab 'em)
We ay Diddy mansion, I'm askin' 'em questions about Ma$e and Big
Nothin' been in it for a minute, I make you hate your fridge
Flamboyant like Big L, was smokin' an L on Lennox
Right in front of menancin',
The streets'll give you real instincts (uh)
Real niggas, they been extinct (been extinct)
Open that bag and I bet the building stink
Harry Fraud provided the wave, I'm just tryna feel a breeze (ah)
"I asked the most brilliant lawyers and here's what they said"
You bust your gun to feed your
Family, i respect you (boom, boom, boom)
I just came up on some racks, ain't gotta sneeze for me to bless you
When your Rollie cost a house,
Niggas ain't livin', they try to test you (uh)
Might have known you all my life,
Lately, i wish i never met you (never met you)
I've been walking on the beach,
Dior slippers with the sand on 'em (sand on 'em)
I was out of town, i put my man on 'em
He had a couple grams on him (a couple grams)
You ran on 'em,
If you talk about that shit, just stand on it (just stand on it)
Been all about the bag, Cali swag, pull up with vans on him (uh)
Know that everything I do is for the family, understand me
Nypd tryna jail me, I've been tryna win a GRAMMY (GRAMMY)
I'm investin' in stocks, no longer investin' the block (no longer)
The more you help 'em, be the next one to plot (next one)
So while they talkin', I watch
Casamigos vibes, me and my guys, now we just talk over shots
I peep the cops, that made me park up the block
That shit look hot, mama used to cop, the shit she was afforded
And I just keep coming back out like Jordans, now I'm important
I just pray you ain't informin', just gave sixty to my lawyer
"When, when you're giving interviews,
And I've read a number of them and seen some
Often somebody will talk about some past problems you had with the law
And you say,
'All I have to say about that is the court threw case out'"
"That's right"
"Strange to say that I hoped you enjoyed the prison in those days
Nah, I understand what you're talking about
The media made me look as though I
Was probably as one of the biggest goons
That ever took place in this country and
That I was some kind of an illiterate bum"
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Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, David Brewster, Kuzoian Michael Richard
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