Testo Kabbage - Young Greatness

Testo della canzone Kabbage (Young Greatness), tratta dall'album Bloody Summer

We living so lavish hey
Try to go fuck at the kabbage hey
What you bitch really want from me
If you came where I came from your charger fee
All the money in the brown bag like it's groceries
Keep it real keep it G yeah you really down for me
We be running through the papers since that nigga doubted me
And I came in a flash and I bum around with me
We really were transfer to me
Diff from the travinits pick it up
My just slide on a niggas block on a beer truck
A hundred bollocks to my section young nigga so reckless
Put that money on your head a paw paw figure
Feeling me on a project nigga
All these stoners on my wall my time start ticking
Ain't worry about nothing a self made nigga
Trap money living lavishly
I don't talk I'd rather speak
A quarter mil lines a week
I fuck a shardy on a canopy
A straight savage ain't no taming me
Living life so lavishly
Living life so lavishly
We living so lavish hey
Try to go fuck at the kabbage hey
What you bitch really want from me
If you came where I came from your charger fee
All the money in the brown bag like it's groceries
Keep it real keep it G yeah you really down for me
We be running through the papers since that nigga doubted me
And I came in a flash and I bum around with me
We really were transfer to me
I got a lick game with me
She part of the fame with me
Picking a side don't change with your family
Ready to die for nigga that play with me
I cook at the politic take out the family
When in time just to really shine mister clarity
I put the money on the G5 in the air with me
Naughty nigga wanna switch sides keep it G with me
Since day one when the money came it's the same with me
Trap money living lavishly
I don't talk I'd rather speak
A quarter mil lines a week
I fuck a shardy on a canopy
A straight savage ain't no taming me
Living life so lavishly
Living life so lavishly
We living so lavish hey
Try to go fuck at the kabbage hey
What you bitch really want from me
If you came where I came from your charger fee
All the money in the brown bag like it's groceries
Keep it real keep it G yeah you really down for me
We be running through the papers since that nigga doubted me
And I came in a flash and I bum around with me
We really were transfer to me



Credits
Writer(s): Theodore Jones, Daniel Lebrun
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