Testo Tha Last 1 dec2 - EST Gee
Testo della canzone Tha Last 1 dec2 (EST Gee), tratta dall'album My World
Don't play with me
And I run 'til this turnt play gone (FOREVEROLLING)
You know me, be spinnin' (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't play with niggas (I don't play), quick decision when I need a killin' (yeah, whenever)
Free lil' Zoski (yeah, yeah), I wrote this on your birthday from the feds, he with me (yeah, I wrote this on your birthday)
Ask me how I'm feelin' (yeah, yeah, yeah), I'm on permission, but I'm gettin' fed up with it (I'm on permission)
We know me from sparin' a nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah), I'm not ridin' tinted, stickin' a pistol (I'm not ridin')
Bitch, renewin' my rental (renewin' my rental), I'm Godfather of the trenches (the Godfather)
To get up with me, you need permission (yeah, yeah), but don't get slimed out tryna get it (yeah, slimed out)
I put nine shots in a killer (yeah, nine), was from his blind spot when I hit him (yeah, blind)
Right across from Wyandotte in the South (Wyandotte), mouth lookin' silly, jaw locked, twisted
Hope it ain't too late for forgiveness (yeah), if it is, fuck it, I can live with it (fuck it, I can)
Know if I did it, I can deal with it, know shit old, I can still feel it (old, I can still)
Scars steady itchin', re-in' up with Richard (scars steady), Days Inn, Motel 6's (yeah, yeah)
He trail me from Indy, escort bricks of Fendi presidentially (president)
My scale be my witness, Pyrex non-stick pot (my), water-resistant (yeah, water, yeah)
I'm whippin' a Bentley (yeah, yeah), I don't want nobody in here with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I'm gettin' down (I'm gettin' down), gave lil' bro 15, he was 20, wish he went to trial (my nigga went to trial)
That's still around (that's still around), whole things of powwow cost you 16 thou' (some)
I'm through yo' city, 'em hos get pretty (I'm through your city), they know them niggas out (they know we out)
Uh, she said she never seen six figures (never seen a), I whipped my wrist around (I whipped my wrist around)
Uh, whip that chicken out (I whip that chicken out), uh, whip the Benji's out (I whip the Benji's out)
Uh, that's how them millions sound (that's how them millions sound)
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, that's how them millions sound (that's how them millions sound)
Yeah, mm, frrt, frrt, frrt (uh, uh), how that chicken sound (that's how that money sound, that's how that money sound)
Bag my cash up (yeah, uh, uh), a boss, a nigga better watch the way he talk (he talk)
I get him smashed up (I get him smashed up)
V12, the fast one (uh, uh), motor inside the back of it (inside the back of it)
Project bitch, know if she drive these bricks for me (drive these for me), I'm gettin' her ass done (havin' that money, uh, uh)
Any whip I posted, I ain't sold it, but I crash some (that's how that motion sound)
Labels want they artists to be like Geeski (yeah), but I'm the last one (uh, uh, uh)
Come through, pay the cash bond (havin' the motion), make sure niggas have somethin' (have somethin')
Go get the yolies, have 'em fully loaded (half side), ain't gotta ask me, know I'm goin' (uh, uh)
They done put the water on it, that's why the feelin' ain't as strong (that's how that money sound, that's how that money sound)
But why I came back with that yola? Made the real niggas proud (that's how that money sound, uh, uh)
Have lil' brodie get his motion, he wanna see a nigga smile (that's how that money sound, that's how that money sound, money sound, money sound)
Show him how to focus, don't have unfamiliars around (money sound, money sound, money sound, money sound)
When I'm gettin' down (I'm gettin' down), gave lil' bro 15, he was 20, wish he went to trial (my nigga went to trial)
That's still around (that's still around), whole things of powwow cost you 16 thou' (some)
I'm through yo' city, 'em hos get pretty (I'm through your city), they know them niggas out (they know we out)
Uh, she said she never seen six figures (never seen a), I whipped my wrist around (I whipped my wrist around)
Uh, whip that chicken out (I whip that chicken out), uh, whip the Benji's out (I whip the Benji's out)
Uh, that's how them millions sound (that's how them millions sound)
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, millions sound, millions sound (that's how them millions sound)
Yeah, yeah, frrt, frrt, frrt (uh, uh), how that chicken sound (that's how that how that chicken sound, uh, uh)
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Writer(s): Giuseppe Vitolo, Jeffrey Lynn Jones, George A Iii Stone
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