Testo Teflon - G Herbo feat. Taurus & Wheezy
Testo della canzone Teflon (G Herbo feat. Taurus & Wheezy), tratta dall'album Strictly For My Fans 2.0
(Taurus)
(Wheezy outta here)
Aye
Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah
Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah
Ice my left arm, Patek my person', yeah
Drip check, you know I flex, you know I got it on, yeah
Tell the lil' niggas step they shit up, they wanna be like me, pay the fine
Hop out the V, throw valet the key, walk in with Ski, we don't wait in line
Catch me V.I.P., 20 frees, get everything free, that's all the time
Send me an 80, we're goin' crazy, you book me, at least I could fuck off a dime
Rock VVs, come straight out a mine
Two hundred G's, I'm fresh out of shine
Get dry-cleaned, I'm good with my iron
Ain't never squeeze before, he be lyin'
Can't come see you, ho, I be grindin'
Scrapin' her knees, I'm breakin' her spine
Beggin' and pleadin', I keep declinin'
Before I tell her I need her, I'm dyin'
Too turnt up, can't hear that chit-chat
Lift weight, bench press, got no six-pack
Louis V, switch up my fit, I mix match
Soon as we snatch, you can't get shit back
And I'm with savages, fuck around, get smacked
Lil' bro got one head, but six hats
Ridin' with a mommy, she Spanish
A hood bitch black, and they both tryna split me, Kit Kat
Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah
Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah
Ice my left arm, Patek my person', yeah
Drip check, you know I flex, you know I got it on, yeah
Rock shit quick, not long, yeah (turn up quick)
We get in, get gone, yeah
Put her in the mix, it's on, yeah
Leave your bitch at home, yeah
Done got rich off songs, yeah
I can't do no wrong (yeah)
Four-nick' hit, break bones (yeah)
It don't care who strong, yeah
I'm a chandelier
Just on Chrome Heart, I spend a hundred grand a year (at least)
All the thots gettin' turnt up, they're standin' on a chair
End of the night, we drunk, they're playin' truth or dare (aye)
Want me pull her hair
When I'm lit, don't care
Really rich, I swear
Switch at least a pair
All my whips is rare (skrrt)
Man, this shit ain't fair
Wanna be a millionaire?
Come and sniff my air
I'm in the winner circle
Damn, your nigga a square
Money everywhere
You lil' niggas embarrassing
Pull up, watch 'em glare
Shit, I'm in the McLaren
Take Bottega steps
Seen you shop in clearance
Five figures for the fit, that's everything I'm wearin'
These two thousand dollar kicks when I'm just runnin' errands
I had racks when I was a jit, started takin' care of my parents
Ain't got no advance off rap, but I live in a mansion, uh
Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah
Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah
Ice my left arm, Patek my person', yeah
Drip check, you know I flex, you know I got it on, yeah
Rock shit quick, not long, yeah (turn up quick)
We get in, get gone, yeah
Put her in the mix, it's on, yeah
Leave your bitch at home, yeah
Done got rich off songs, yeah
I can't do no wrong (yeah)
Four-nick' hit, break bones (yeah)
It don't care who strong, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Wesley Glass, Taurus Bucy Currie Jr.
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