Testo Preach - Rob49 feat. YTB Fatt
Testo della canzone Preach (Rob49 feat. YTB Fatt), tratta dall'album Let Me Fly
Yeah, that's two hundred thousand on my neck, man
Two ice pendants, Jesus Christ pendants from, um, from Wafi (you dig?)
We spent 50 thousand on a guapo, hit him in the molly here (for sure)
Yeah, yeah
Pop a pink pill, turn to a Power Ranger, huh (turn to a Power Ranger)
I done took X and Perc' with - who high maintenance, huh (high maintenance)
F- on project -, Big Fourski just can't fake it (at all)
The biggest (for sure)
Yeah (free gang)
Yeah, money, drugs, sex, violence, nigga, motivation (for sure, for sure)
Money, drugs, sex, violence, my combination, yeah (yeah)
You feel me, G-Code? I'm just poppin' it
They ain't even, I'm poppin it, shit (for sure)
Huh, 50 thousand plain watch, pinky ring cost 20 thou' (yeah)
Crazy necklace costin' bricks of becky, get a fuck boy crossed out (yeah)
Mm-mm, you feel me? (The biggest)
We just poppin' it, man, pop your shit (ain't tryna link)
You feel me? Yeah
Huh, eat her -, I left a diamond on her, she call me back
I'm the youngest rapper in the game with 15 cars and one hundred straps, huh
Real freak, beat her - up by night, mornin' times flat, huh
I can't believe niggas really tellin' on theyself on Vlad
I can't get on YouTube talkin' 'bout killin', so I really want somethin' dead
I ain't know I was this lit, I can put a feature and video on your head
Hundred 'bows, bust her at Ninth Ward, I'm with 35 - with 4God
Play that loud-loud jam, buy some more liquor, we runnin' out (huh)
I can't believe niggas mention my name just to get a buzz (huh)
I can't believe niggas lyin' like I'm they - cuz
I know how the game go, the first one make it out, then you won
I want uncle, vultures probably just sold a brick of uh
Huh, I can't believe - ain't never met me but wanna diss me
Huh, I just pulled up bouncin' a Maybach truck with four, five -
Huh, sittin' in the back of the 'Bach with a liquor bottle, my driver a woman
I know that - deeper than jet ski, killers in Miami, Florida, huh
Brand-new house by the ocean, I'm tired of catchin' charges in Georgia, huh
Rich for real, backyard by the water, made a mermaid my cousin
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah
Yeah, poppin', Foxes, with some liquor, yeah
Yeah, poppin' like I'm 'posed to with a badass - in the club, won't drank mimosas, huh
Broski ain't got no groupie - in the jail, he - his lotion
I done took four or five pills at one time, -, I'm tryna up my dosage
I done fuck four, five - at one time, I ain't gotta fuckin' post it
Fours don't give no - about - that -, I'm better than her
Brand-new diamond bezel, this - on me chrome and leather
I can't believe these - out here linkin' up with rats, Big 4ski'll - never
Huh, the biggest, the fuck, nigga?
Foxwood
Runnin' with me right now, I got a Drac' off sellin' fetty
Mouth, ears, neck spaghetti, every time we link, I bless her
Diamonds on me pissy, -, Bart Simpson, I ain't R. Kelly
The Biggest, yeah
4, you know what that shit be, turn a bitch forever
I was thinkin' shit couldn't compare to me but a barber or somethin'
Ain't shit in competition but a Fox but a barber or somethin', forever
Young nigga, real means
Real fuckin' means
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Writer(s): Robert Thomas, Matthew Taylor, Brian Saadeh, Georgiy Kravchenko, Sheldon Gadson
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