Testo all i got - Summrs
Testo della canzone all i got (Summrs), tratta dall'album all i got
Double R, bird business nigga (Desire)
Yeah (Rino baby, Rino baby, yeah)
If you ain't with it, fuck you nigga (Rino baby)
All I got to say (Rino baby)
I fuck with this beat by the way go', fuck it
Let me show you how I come on, got an ARP with a drum on it
Nigga know Lil Rino getting to the cheese
But you know I ain't never told nun' (yeah)
Bitch ass niggas be cops, we ain't fuck with they pussy ass
In my video, props, catch me on the street, that's a real goat
Buddy'll for sure get popped, yeah, turn his ass to a statistic
Shit get critical, bad bitch wanna be in my video (no)
I got my Ksubis on, now I want a Rolls-Royce with the roof gone (grr)
Rino gettin' to them knots, this shit'll never stop
I'm cruisin' on drank, my brother on pot
I fuck with Ben Frank', he taught me a lot
I walk in the bank, you niggas just plot
Pray for them to rot (it's all I got)
It's all I got, it's all I got (Rino, Rino)
(She say she wanna fuck with Lil Rino)
(Oh, you wanna fuck with Lil Rino, huh?)
(Heh, you know how this could get though, ah)
(You know, I'll hit your friend though, ah)
(Oh, alright mama, yeah, yeah)
With this Glock I might James Bond
Get the fuck from 'round me, you ain't my kind
Recordin' myself on my laptop, nigga I ain't paying for no studio time
I'm still up on my grind, been doing this shit since a youngin'
They listen to Rino they bumpin'
Lifestyle really funny, your ex nigga bummy
The Maybach jumpin' it got bunnies
Everything these niggas did I done, done
I hit the bitch once then I punt it
Take care of my shooters
Some of my young niggas lost and they come from Bermuda
I ain't no lil' boy baby, I attract cougars
Don't let 'em fool you Lil Rino will do ya
Know you heard how I'll put a Glock to a nigga face
And tell them to move it
I got shit bust up in my city
Nigga I'm the richest out my city
And I don't say it unless I did it (did it, did it, did it)
You niggas be so silly
Put diamonds on her mo'fuckin' neck and ear I know that she hear me
Put diamonds on her other ear, I gave the bitch a wet willy
Felt like Wayne, when I touched my first milly
I hit the mall trippin'
You could delete my number and you could block me
Bitch I don't need ya
Got pink in my cup like Easter
Diamond crosses on my neck got a mic in my hand like a preacher
Bitch jaw drop soon as I walked in, soon as I seen her
You ain't gotta worry lil' twin, you can keep her
You can keep her, keep her, keep her
Away from me, I don't want no bitch next to me
As you can see, I'm runnin' up that green
I'm runnin' up that cheese, I'm gettin' so elite
Can't walk a mile in my shoes, it get deep
And the other reason, it's LV
(You know me, check the receipt nigga)
(Double R, bird business)
(Yeah, I told you I was that one)
(You heard me?)
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Writer(s): Deante Adam Johnson, Dyhahji Swales
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