Testo Conor McGregor - D-Block Europe
Testo della canzone Conor McGregor (D-Block Europe), tratta dall'album Lap 5
Ski, oh
I'm big league, walk in Gucci, bet they offer me tea
Cah Big B ate that coochie, now she don't wanna leave
We load 'em up, PPK's on caller, Addison Lee
I'm off the shits, fuck your bitch, send her back to the street, yeah (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'm with a crazy white boy, call him Conor McGregor (ya dig?)
I'm in a brand-new coupe, you can still smell the leather
These bitches want you even more when you ain't tryna impress 'em
Fuck 'em and let 'em run tell their bredrin
Thick chick, little rude chick
Kinda cute chick, parents rich, lit (uh)
You know the world can't know a nigga's whereabouts (nah)
Straight off the plane to a five-star suite
Darlin', you can let your hair down (yeah)
We go Tiffany, in Tiffany, you here now
My boy grew locs, now he look like Wiz
Let it lock in the pot, get did
Pretty girl put filler in her lip
I'ma stay with the gang, gorillas in the mist (uh)
DXP cigarillo (ski)
This chain on freeze, sub-zero (yeah)
Mother-in-law, I said, "Hello
I'm the one for this queen, I'm the hero"
I'm big league, walk in Gucci, bet they offer me tea
Cah Big B ate that coochie, now she don't wanna leave
We load 'em up, PPK's on caller, Addison Lee
I'm off the shits, fuck your bitch, send her back to the street, yeah
I'm with a crazy white boy, call him Conor McGregor (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in a brand-new coupe, you can still smell the leather (ya dig?)
These bitches want you even more when you ain't tryna impress 'em
Fuck 'em and let 'em run tell their bredrin
She already know I'm gettin' money by the way that they greet us (yeah)
So much ice, my nose is gettin' runny, they thought that they freeze us (yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' white sandal, honey, 30 degrees, huh (ya dig?)
I gave 'em the rap plan, lil' buddy, how could he need us? (Like, how?)
What do you see? I see the Virgil clouds or the paint and that's it on the tee (yeah)
What do you mean? I see the LVV with the scene that mix with Supreme (ya dig?)
All gold Rollie match with the golden horse
Came from the trench and my mop got MoBo awards
Darlin', throw them balloons in the bin, put some E on your tongue
Freaky bitch from Australia put some E up her bum
Black girl from South London want some weed in her lungs
White girl from Manny screamin' DBE, she in love
I'm big league, walk in Gucci, bet they offer me tea
Cah Big B ate that coochie, now she don't wanna leave
We load 'em up, PPK's on caller, Addison Lee
I'm off the shits, fuck your bitch, send her back to the street, yeah
I'm with a crazy white boy, call him Conor McGregor (ya dig?)
I'm in a brand-new coupe, you can still smell the leather
These bitches want you even more when you ain't tryna impress 'em
Fuck 'em and let 'em run tell their bredrin
Don't talk about money, you're broke
I could easily switch you up now and go put you back on that 20
20 and 20, if you want
But all I want is a "thank you"
Or even a little dance
You're welcome
Even a little dance
Dance for me
And don't look me in the eye when you dance
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Williams, Ricky Banton, Lucas Karssen, Xander Dankbaar
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