Testo Fujichrome - Zigga
Testo della canzone Fujichrome (Zigga), tratta dall'album Doré Bar
New Ferrari engine louder than a Harley, Fujichrome
We the army baby, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie & I'm gone
No pity party, sorry I aint sorry, now so long
Blowing strong, Bob Marley, Up at dawn, Fujichrome
New Ferrari engine louder than a Harley, Fujichrome
We the army baby, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie & I'm gone
No pity party, sorry I aint sorry, now so long
All this gold I feel like Musa (Feel like Musa)
New Versace on me that's Medusa (That's medusa hoe)
I just took my new lil freak to Cuba (Need a visa)
Jeweler got her dripping like a barracuda, whew!
Pockets fat
I brought my peace just like the Buddha (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ruger with a clip long as a ruler (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I really go dumb I need a tutor (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You don't really get it popping do ya? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I came with the gang, bag of dope I hit a vein (Dope!)
I'm too wild to tame, touch my chain u get a stain (Whoa)
Rarest Mary Jane but I like my rolly plain
On a plane champagne to numb the pain (I cant feel it)
I'm the realest, no really really (really really)
Know you feel it, the room is spinning, I'm getting dizzy
I'm so litty, I run my city, like Hallelujah
I got gold, on gold on gold, like Mansa Musa (Hey)
New Ferrari engine louder than a Harley, Fujichrome
We the army baby, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie & I'm gone
No pity party, sorry I aint sorry, now so long
Blowing strong, Bob Marley, Up at dawn, Fujichrome
New Ferrari engine louder than a Harley, Fujichrome
We the army baby, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie & I'm gone
No pity party, sorry I aint sorry, now so long
All these diamonds feel like Harold (feel like Harold yeah)
You cant get these Karats here from Jared (Too exclusive ho)
Got my bitch imported paid a tariff (need a visa huh?)
Presidential shit I'm talking Biden Harris, yeah
When in Paris, pull up on em
They embarrassed (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make em call the sheriff like a Karen (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Left my kids a lifestyle to inherit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas aint rappers they just parrots (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All they're flows generic, I'm a threat so don't get careless (stop)
From a different Era, we don't play we get barbaric (pop)
You could either get the stick or carrot (whatchu want?)
Its HP or the AK or the Barrett?
Little bitch
You know, when I hit the stage they get hysteric
See the future like a cleric I'm a star & that's apparent
(Clear as day to me)
Style the rarest & I wear it never errant
All these bitches in my harem I'm their daddy not their parent
(Sex)
New Ferrari engine louder than a Harley, Fujichrome
We the army baby, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie & I'm gone
No pity party, sorry I aint sorry, now so long
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Writer(s): Zane Anthony Dennison, Zigga
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