Testo Legendary - Dave East
Testo della canzone Legendary (Dave East), tratta dall'album Karma
Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga
Knock a little dust off this bitch
DJ Holiday
Dave East
King of Harlem
For all you niggas that's hating
This your karma, niggas
Started with nothing now I'm up in Neimans with 20 bands
I did the Radisson, we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
I'm up in Harlem with all of my diamonds, I'm feeling like Killa Cam
Tell every nigga hating on me they can suck a dick
They know I can fuck they bitch, I probably hit me a hundred licks
We was really in that Crown Vic, all I need me is a down bitch
To take the product out of town quick
Can't be nervous, you around this
Louis got me wearing brown kicks, looking like I step in dog shit
Bringing all my niggas on the road with
Me, I ain't chilling 'til we all rich
Nowadays ain't gotta call chicks, Porsche drop with the four tints
Jumping out it like a frog do, kiss the plug wife when I walked in
I ain't got time for the talking, killed him early, that's abortion
Everyday a nigga fresh, looking like I stepped right up out a coffin
Told my driver back the Porsche in
You want a feature? Can't afford it
I bet I fuck her 'til the morning, this foreign like a hundred horses
GG5 in the backwood, got the car smelling like horse shit
All of my bitches is gorgeous, VVS' sitting flawless
I pop two Percs and I'm nauseous, I got your bitch sitting court side
Fifty thousand to my lawyers, the reason I'm sitting in court high
Karma, what goes around comes around, hope you got some armor
Got your bitch in Benihana, she tryna change me like Obama
Eyes on the Fendi monster, staring at you niggas staring at me
LV, Supreme, the bomber, hot temper, need the ganja
Most of my denim is Fear of God, only thing I ever feared was God
It was so hard to go get a job, if
They had that powder, we'd get it hard
I ain't got beef with no rap nigga
Say my name, we gon' go get him robbed
Diamonds cold like when the heater off
You got some money? Nigga, we can talk
I don't even take a weekend off, everyday feel like a holiday
I'm only fucking with the legendary
Niggas so I had to get with Holiday
I get the drop from a block away, you is that nigga but not today
I'm here for the change, you here for the
Fame, if you in the game, learn how to play
All gas, we don't touch breaks, I wore Gucci for two months straight
Twelve pounds in the Mustang, your hands never touched weight
Your hands never touched guap, downtown on a dust block
Hitters blowing if this truck stop, two words, nigga, fuck cops
Catch you lacking by the bus stop or waiting on your train, homie
Blowing whites asking 'bout me in the
Streets, they ain't got a thing on me
Strapping like they ain't on us, not a day I step out it ain't on me
There's nothing in my pocket enormous, state
To state with the Glock while I'm touring
This that karma shit
All you little niggas move over, let the big dogs eat
It's a big dog table, you don't belong here
Dave East
Shit
Holiday
Eastside of Harlem, huh
Credits
Writer(s): Shaffer Smith, Christopher Maurice Brown, Keyshia M. Cole, Khaled Mohammaed Khaled, Leonardo V. Mollings, Lundon Janae Knighten, Johnny David Mollings, Gary J. Carolla
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