Testo PJ - BossMan Dlow
Testo della canzone PJ (BossMan Dlow), tratta dall'album Dlow Curry
Yeah, yeah
Big Zau (Zaytoven)
Yeah
I came a long way from lunch trays and eating rice (Yeah)
Phone ain't got no service, I'm on a PJ shooting dice (Yeah)
Went from fifty dollars to my name to fifty K a night
You wanna fuck with Big Zau, baby, you can't be scared of heights
I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor
And fuck you in a pent' (Come here, baby)
Move them bags for me, baby, I'll pay your rent (Come here, baby)
Tinted windows on the rentals, nothing less than five percent (No)
These niggas ain't balling, you niggas be on the bench (Slatt)
Niggas be on the sideline, you ain't getting no playing time
I be with them shit poppers, ice on, I'm outside
Pockets full of cheese, nigga, fresher than Febreze (Yeah)
Smelling like some Creed, nigga (Yeah)
, Head to toe Celine, nigga (Drip)
Real solid street nigga, it's in my eyes, boy
Come and get in with too slippery shit to change your life, boy
Yeah, I'm screaming, "Fuck 12" 'til they free the guys, boy
You ain't gotta put me in the game 'cause I'm starting five, boy
But this ain't a game, this how I live (Yeah)
Trap ain't dead, I'm dead for real (Yeah)
I'm in a big body switching gears
Neck and wrist on Zephyr here (Clean)
Mouth on Aquafina, baby (Clean)
Pockets thick like Serena, baby
Pull up in that— yeah (Yeah)
Pull up, brand new Bimmer, baby (Nyoom)
I came a long way from lunch trays and eating rice (Yeah)
Phone ain't got no service, I'm on a PJ shooting dice (Yeah)
Went from fifty dollars to my name to fifty K a night
You wanna fuck with Big Zau, baby, you can't be scared of heights
I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor
And fuck you in a pent' (Come here, baby)
Move them bags for me, baby, I'll pay your rent (Come here, baby)
Tinted windows on the rentals, nothing less than five percent (No)
These niggas ain't balling, you niggas be on the bench (Slatt)
Yeah, move them bags for me, baby, you could be my bitch
All them times I been in handcuffs, shit, I had to bust my wrist
On a PJ shooting dice with D-Lo, Spalding on the floor
When we land, I hit a couple folks and tell 'em it's on the floor
My lil' young ho want exotic Birkin, she might know some shit
Break down, spot this bitch, don't
Fire another house for hoes and shit
I can show you how to run it up, I really know this shit
Turn a pound into a hundred thou', I'm on the golden list
I'm the illest, baby (Yeah), and the realest, baby (For real)
Hundred fifty-five pounds, but I'm the biggest, baby (Yeah)
Treat these bags like kids, can't leave '
Em unattended, baby (Watch 'em)
I'ma get this money, be there when I finish, baby
I came a long way from lunch trays and eating rice (Yeah)
Phone ain't got no service, I'm on a PJ shooting dice (Yeah)
Went from fifty dollars to my name to fifty K a night
You wanna fuck with Big Zau, baby, you can't be scared of heights
I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor
And fuck you in a pent' (Come here, baby)
Move them bags for me, baby, I'll pay your rent (Come here, baby)
Tinted windows on the rentals, nothing less than five percent (No)
These niggas ain't balling, you niggas be on the bench (Slatt)
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Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Devante Mccreary, Daniel Schnabel
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