Testo Kingpin - Gucci Mane, Young Dolph & Peewee Longway
Testo della canzone Kingpin (Gucci Mane, Young Dolph & Peewee Longway), tratta dall'album In Trap We Trust, Vol. 1
Kingpins need kilos, junkies they need brillo
Brick Squad cool, other side of the pillow
Now it can't fold, money long as a limo
(She know, he know)
Ice game cold, they know we sub zero
Ask your baby bro, he say I'm his hero
Fat bank roll, you think we play Cee-Lo
(She know, he know)
My mama couldn't prepare me, man it's unprepareable
Crossed Brick Squad, my hit list is unrepairable
Gucci Flocka bloodline thick, yeah we inseparable
And I don't give a damn you broke, cause I ain't help you
Matter fact, what made you so damn special, bruh?
Better go and buy you a deuce, skrt skrt, the extras up
Who's that at my door? Oh that's a regular
He don't want nothing but a seven, but what about a twelve?
Came to rob a crossover quick, Jamal Crawford
Gucci keep that white brick with him, my Charles Barkley
In Vegas I keep throwing three fours, I Herschel Walker
And Gucci keep that hammer with him like he a carpenter
Kingpins need kilos, junkies they need brillo
Brick Squad cool, other side of the pillow
Now it can't fold, money long as a limo
(She know, he know)
Ice game cold, they know we sub zero
Ask your baby bro, he say I'm his hero
Fat bank roll, you think we play Cee-Lo
(She know, he know)
The time piece on my wrist, that's what took your bitch
These Forgis off-set, got my old school on flex
I pull up, jump out, break they neck
You can look at me and tell I'm all about a check
My ATL niggas call it jugging, my niggas we call it coning
That loud shit got em beating my trap
House door down early in the morning
8:30 AM and I ain't been to sleep
Drinking codeine while I'm selling these P's
Same clothes three days, ran through a buck fifty
Niggas never seen another nigga like me
All I need is a plug and a scale
Box of zips locked, sandwich bags and a motherfucking bale
Kingpin, I'm selling it
The streets turned sour, seems like everybody telling it
Kingpins need kilos, junkies they need brillo
Brick Squad cool, other side of the pillow
Now it can't fold, money long as a limo
(She know, he know)
Ice game cold, they know we sub zero
Ask your baby bro, he say I'm his hero
Fat bank roll, you think we play Cee-Lo
(She know, he know)
Kingpin Peewee, got heat like Robert De Niro
My three cone ice cream hitting, it's for Lil VV
My bitch she know I'm cripping, she rocking nothing but Chanel CC
Her lil brother, that's the homie
He admire your dro, look Longway
I told him rock them racks the long way
Get you a pack and get it gone the same day
First class nigga, don't get delayed
We in Lambo sipping on Ace of Spades
We on lean, don't need no security
The four-five on me, molly got me scared
Nigga that's five free in that skirt
You know I be twerking, girl let's twerk
Everybody round me got that work
Brick Squad, Brick Squad, my trap jerk
In P.S., niggas got gas and lean
And the gold stuffed real to the beam
Diamonds flawless, sub-zero, freeze
I'm the kingpin, who need OG?
My wrist a three quarter key
Just left Florida with Florida keys, I need it
Kingpins need kilos, junkies they need brillo
Brick Squad cool, other side of the pillow
Now it can't fold, money long as a limo
(She know, he know)
Ice game cold, they know we sub zero
Ask your baby bro, he say I'm his hero
Fat bank roll, you think we play Cee-Lo
(She know, he know)
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Writer(s): Billy Steinberg, Tom Kelly
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