Testo BRRRR - Fat Trel feat. Wale & Rick Ross
Testo della canzone BRRRR (Fat Trel feat. Wale & Rick Ross), tratta dall'album Georgetown
They know I run the game now
Nobody did it like me
Louch, you know I run the game
Stunna gave me the keys
Puff gave me the keys, my nigga
I want that oil money, nigga
Self-made, so respect the hustle
Made a hundred million, did it off the muscle
Walk in Def Jam, bitches think I'm Russell
Pull up on you, brrrrt, fuck a tussle
My whole squad be on that kill shit
My whole squad be on that real shit
Pull up on you, brrrrt, full clip
My whole squad be on that kill shit
Royal blood, fuck royal blood
Niggas show you pistols before they can show you love
Miss me with that dissing, that issue can get resolved
Doublе M, that been my clique and ambition ain't just a song, ayy
Live from the SLS
Giving bitchеs new life and then I fuck 'em to death, yes
Nah, Joe, this ain't a test
Every move is precise and I'm writing with such finesse
Better than every one of you, be a hundred or nothing
You niggas suck with the syllables, I'm the one with that number two
Rumble you, stomach shot, done with you
Not right now, some of you niggas hot
But don't let the hungry ones humble you
Blood
Self-made, so respect the hustle
Made a hundred million, did it off the muscle
Walk in Def Jam, bitches think I'm Russell
Pull up on you, brrrrt, fuck a tussle
My whole squad be on that kill shit
My whole squad be on that real shit
Pull up on you, brrrrt, full clip
My whole squad be on that kill shit
It's no secrets and you niggas look like polices
A couple figures for every kill, all my hoes' reaches
Plane landing in Miami, I'm the youngest brother
A fat, ugly motherfucker smoking, burning rubber
Police'll see us, they say they need us, but can't touch us
They wanna be us, it's clear to see, it need no discussion
I'm pill popping, I'm asking Ricky which one you fucking
My plane coming, so show me something, I'm fucking rushing
A couple killers say they the realest, they really wasn't
I'm from the city of Rayful, baby, we really pumping
Wayne Perry, them bodies dropping, we really dumping
Never running, that money counter gon' keep us coming
That was nothing
Self-made, so respect the hustle
Made a hundred million, did it off the muscle
Walk in Def Jam, bitches think I'm Russell
Pull up on you, brrrrt, fuck a tussle
My whole squad be on that kill shit
My whole squad be on that real shit
Pull up on you, brrrrt, full clip
My whole squad be on that kill shit
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Writer(s): Martrel Rayshard Reeves
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