Testo 8 Sum - Blake Banks
Testo della canzone 8 Sum (Blake Banks), tratta dall'album Field of Dreams
A girl named Erica asking if I'm with you
Yeah, text me, hold on, I'm recording
Who the fuck is Erica?
Erica's talking the shit out of me
Alright, let's go
Woke up in the morning, it was eight something
Seven bitches in my bed, we had to ate something
Pocket full of Xans, I just ate something
Smoking out the pound, yeah, the A1
Real Margiela, not the fake ones
Check the tracking number 'til the weight come
Popping Adderall 'til my face numb
I don't got no kids, she tryna make some
I ain't never had shit, so I want it all
That phone ringing, I ain't miss a call
Heading out the bank, gotta spend 'em all
Designer on my ass, these Versace drawers
Before you learn how to ball, you gotta learn how to crawl
Ran up on the plug, he said, "You killing me small"
Middle finger to the law, told 'em, "Catch me if you can"
How you gonna stress me with a pocket full of Xans? Goddamn
Woke up in the morning, it was eight something
Seven bitches in my bed, we had to ate something
Pocket full of Xans, I just ate something
Smoking out the pound, yeah, the A1
Woke up in the morning, it was eight something
Seven bitches in my bed, we had to ate something
Pocket full of Xans, I just ate something
We smoking out the pound, yeah, the A1
I'm Santa with the sleigh when the weight come
You stunting in your video with fake guns
See me out in public but won't say nothing
I done kept it real with my day ones
Trying to ride the wave, they some copycats
Trying to buy my swag, they can't copy that
Since I got a little money, I know how to act
Just bought a mink coat and a Cadillac
Bottle jack, get some Xans, get my mind right
Put that Rollie on my wrist, get the time right
Woke up in the morning sipping High Life
Bitch, I'm living so fast, I could die twice
Woke up in the morning, it was eight something
Seven bitches in my bed, we had to ate something
Pocket full of Xans, I just ate something
Smoking out the pound, yeah, the A1
Woke up in the morning, it was eight something
Seven bitches in my bed, we had to ate something
Pocket full of Xans, I just ate something
We smoking out the pound, yeah, the A1
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Writer(s): Blake Naftzger
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