Testo Flash - EST Gee feat. BloodHound Q50
Testo della canzone Flash (EST Gee feat. BloodHound Q50), tratta dall'album I Aint Feeling You (Bonus Edition)
Never, nam sayin'?
Never, they say, "Never say never" (they ain't like that)
Whatever, I'm knowin' what's up with me (never back, yeah), mm
I'll never get my chain snatched
Nigga rather blow up off of rap than get they pain back
Catch a artist recordin', all you hear is switches in the playback
Hit songs all night long, nigga, Keith Sweat
Ain't nobody playin' poker outside where I stay at
Once upon a time, they minds wanted my replacement
I expect that you can love the game, but it won't say it back
You relate to that? Hunnid cash, brown paper bag
I been thinkin' fast, I want him smashed, is that too much to ask?
I done hit up so many, ain't know who would think to wear a mask
Make a clean quick 50 cash from jumpin' out and bustin' heads
Button and a regular thumb for backup case I miss you bad
Organized one on one, know somethin' hit through the windshield glass
All they saw was sparks coverin' the car, bumper to rental tag
Even work on holidays, help make you ghost of Christmas past
Hatin' turned to bein' a fan, your son favorite album MAD
I was makin' "Young Slimers" with Thug night 'fore he got grabbed
He was happy that we actually had guns layin' in the strike trail
Lotta people really ain't 'bout beefin', well, shit, I am
E'ry show, e'ry promoter know I'm gettin' that pipe in
Ain't never tuckin' my ice in
I'll never get my chain snatched
Nigga rather blow up off of rap than get they pain back
Catch a artist recordin', all you hear is switches in the playback
Hit songs all night long, nigga, Keith Sweat
Ain't nobody playin' poker outside where I stay at
Once upon a time, they minds wanted my replacement
I expect that you can love the game, but it won't say it back (go)
You relate to that? Hunnid cash, brown paper bag
Niggas ran off with them watches, but they paid for that
Watchin' my hits like highlights, I tell foenem to play it back
Only time I compete with my brothers 'bout who aim the best
I wasn't on that mission, but I was 'cause I paid for that
When I lost my twin, I stood on all ten, I ain't break a sweat
I break hearts and families, my man said it gon' break the 'net (go)
Got so used to blowin' switches, you see one on every Glock
Every Gen I got is dirty, in a week I had to swap
You hear them switches in that playback, just know that I'm who sent the shots
Ask me how I got my name, I got a thing for catchin' opps
Niggas tuck they chain around me, just ask Breado 'bout his watch
Leal got sent up for real, don't Uber Share if you got opps
Who you know that's young and turnt, clappin' shit and dumpin' bricks?
That nigga said that he don't like me 'cause his bitch was eatin' dick
I done brung my fuckin' drum, ay, Jeff, let me see your stick
And if Geeski say he like it, then you know I'ma take that kit (bitch, go)
Long live my brother, he prolly killed yo' bitch-ass, man
You know that
Let's go
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Hudson, Darryl Richardson Ii, Donnell Prince, Lawrence Edwards, Jamal Glaze, Yé, Max Jacobson, George A. Stone Iii, John Carlos Ramirez, Mi'kquale Cooper
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