Testo Bellini - Grafh
Testo della canzone Bellini (Grafh), tratta dall'album Stop Calling Art Content (Deluxe Edition)
My shit
My shit still got
Still got the mud on it
Still got the mud on it
Uh
Aye
Uh
I'm ready to risk it all
I got snuffed in my face, stumbled, but I didn't fall
You win some, you lose some
Nigga, you can't win it all
I'm honest with my losses
You too afraid to admit it all
Shame on a nigga
I done did it all
I'm wiping the coke residue off the kitchen wall
'Cause I need that exotic
I wasn't shopping in the mall
Your girl mad she gave me her math and I didn't call
Look, I was busy, bitch
And these fumes making me dizzy, shit
I'm whipping a '28 to a '56
If that bull stepped on it, it'd get me pissed
But if that fool press on, it'd get me rich
Look here
Papi, come show me what you got for me
I come and buy it myself 'cause nobody can shop for me
Consignment, homie, you know that it's not for me
You know that the top cook on the stove got the pot for me
So go to the top for me
I'm on the block with the Glock .40
That's why the homie hold up the block like a soccer goalie
And the product slowly get chopped to a bowl of guacamole
It's not what the pharmacology doctor told me
Mr. Plug Man, I thought you trust and need me
Why you always strapped when you come to see me?
How you nervous? Where you going? You gon' up and leave me?
Trust me, I'm famous, you know my face from the TV
They just come and see me at the thought and don't believe me
Where the fuck you think this money coming from? A genie?
Have some prosecco, a cup of peach bombolini
I just wanna take a big brick and score the thini
I only rap sometime, fuck another CD
If I buy that one, you make this one a freebie
Where's the love? Look how you come
And treat me like the scum beneath me
Trust me, it's easy to put you underneath me
The way I'm going, papi
You could give me a better number, you know it, you know it, papi
Who rolling rocks through the potholes when the road is rocky?
I need a thousand grams of salmon laying over broccoli
This ain't no monopoly
But it's game over if the plain clothes will stop me
You can't clone it, you can't photocopy
This ain't no wasabi
No, this flamethrower ain't no hobby
They know the body
They uncultured so they choosing lemonade over sake
This boss
They know it ain't no karate
They know there ain't no halo for the zombie
Pedro, papi, we no related
What you charge me, you know we paid it
I don't get what I deserve, I get what I negotiated
When that work touch down, Pablo, we made it
Toma
You ain't even gotta count that shit
You know it's all there
Stop playing with me
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Writer(s): Demetrius Robinson, Phillip Anthony Bernard
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