Testo Emma Stone - Za Dakota
Testo della canzone Emma Stone (Za Dakota), tratta dall'album Up Fighting
It's like, it's like, you supposed to been had that money and shit
I Wanna
Shawty overly going and shit
Just easy as shit
Hold up, I'm off drugs, I'm fighting, the opps come out from hiding
We sliding to provide, Up fighting to survive
Ha, new ho, Emma Stone, got on Chrome, out here, yeah, I'm dated
These hoes just out here hating
You just gotta see how she play it
Hold up, I got the game in my hand
I'll fuck 'round, windmill this bitch, I lay it
Ha, wanna fuck, she get an "okay", I'm on a jet, got a two-hour lay
My pockets so damn fat, these niggas couldn't touch this
Ha, these niggas only talk about nothing
Bitch spreading all that negativity
Yeah, I could tell by it visually, I could promise you that
I'm slime, yeah, viscously
I had relations with that model bitch (yvl)
Uh-huh, yeah, she missing me (yeah)
All type drugs hitting me, I'm seduced, baby, finish me (Finish me)
Certain shit I did eating me
Way too goated, ain't such thing as beating me
I'm off codeine, feel like dying in my Maybach seat
Tryna spin, but the gas on E
Tell lil' bitch put her ass on me
Glock rated E for everyone, this bitch hitting casualties
Lil' momma a stripper, she told me I better throw that cash on her
Ha, I put bands on her
I'm big hammer, handle her
And bitch, I Gucci-sandaled her
Fuck tweeting, you can't cancel her
And I was just outside
I was just outside with my niggas, yeah
Ha, yeah, I was just outside and shit like
You, you gotta get to the money, get to the bread
Where yo' money at?, you gotta get that shit up
(Vamp life, vamp life, vamp life)
Baby vamp, alright, alright, you done, for real
Oh, oh, I'm guessing you ran out, Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
This, this some shit on your own shit, Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah
Ice on my neck, feeling cold, yeah, it's feeling chilly
Was gon' cop demon, but the demons, yeah, they tryna get me
High-speed coupé, got the diamonds in the roof
I been in my bag, need proof?, these niggas be cows, they loose
Shawty wanna stay, but I vanish, Never call, I don't even text
Got a model bitch for sex
Rip holes in my jeans, yeah
G-Lock with beam, yeah
Ballade what? Seas, yeah
She want Double C, yeah
She tryna fuck, that's all she say
That's all she say is, "Yeah."
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