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Testo TOAST - EST Gee

Testo della canzone TOAST (EST Gee), tratta dall'album EL TORO 2

Never too soon (yeah, yeah)

The same lost me to you (yeah)

Never too soon (yeah)

The same lost me to you (yeah)

Never too soon (yeah, yeah)

The same lost me to you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Never too soon (yeah)

The same lost me to you (yeah)

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Yeah

Tryna get the whole thing back

Get a long Cadillac

If the police spin then we toast

I done came a long way, travelin' in the car

Like traffic in a four-way, halfway to a whole

It just take long to bring back and the load

Ain't stamped, it's drought, fall straight to the floor

Wishing my dog came back, long live Nate

Man, in the club, we spilling out Mo'

250 cash, I chose in the tote

I ain't none of these rappers they broke

250 cash, I chose in the tote

I ain't like none of these niggas they broke

250 cash, I chose in the tote

I ain't like none of these rappers they broke

I ain't like none of these rappers they broke

I ain't like none of these rappers they broke

Took you back for a 2021, like 20-somethin' guns

In the twenty, our guns from the shop

Wasn't no security or nothin', just me and my youngins'

We gon' kill' em if we run into an opp

Topping that mix, like work your wrist

Trap hard in the bricks, no cream of the crop

When I see a rock, codeine, red wock

When dude spoke on me, and he end up shot

When bruh switched, and he end up popped

I sat back and watched, I'ma take my spot

I can't be stopped, I'm locked in this spot

One whiff of this, and it's clearing up snot

Even back then, I was holdin' my chin

Knew I was gon' win, no way I'm not

Back when my momma got sick

Had to give up minus ten

Would've gave up my life to save her

I can't change it, I'ma gangsta

Gun slangin', cold caser

Waited patient, niggas ain't come

Tough, don't tell me, come with eight guns

Number one in the wake-up

When I spend some to make some

When my best friend was a H bum

Nobody made it where I came from

Tryna get the whole thing back

Get a long Cadillac

If the police spin then we toast

I done came a long way, travelin' in the car

Like traffic in a four-way, halfway to a whole

It just take long to bring back and the load

Ain't stamped, it's drought, fall straight to the floor

Wishing my dog came back, long live Nate

Man, in the club, we spilling out Mo'

250 cash, I chose in the tote

I ain't none of these rappers they broke

250 cash, I chose in the tote

I ain't like none of these niggas they broke

250 cash, I chose in the tote

I ain't like none of these rappers they broke

I ain't like none of these rappers they broke

I ain't like none of these rappers they broke

When I come through the city

Need a ticket for the show

'Bout the same thing I made for the smoke

Next day air, in the rain or the snow

I done buck 401

So I can buck for one more

Ask for more, and I'm telling 'em "no"

Look what they did when I didn't have hope

Right for the ball, went flat and my dawg

Turned back

If they ask why I'm cutting his throat

I gotta keep it close

Even when I'm at a show

Niggas shirt get soaked out here thinking I don't

Thought I felt turnt, then I upped my dose

Me, James, Baby, like five, ten hoes

Bring J home, bop down, not ghost

Then it's drop tie, rake us for the goat

Had to flip flop white black on the truck

Tell these lil' punks in the streets I'm Trump

Tryna get the whole thing back

Get a long Cadillac

If the police spin then we toast

I done came a long way, travelin' in the car

Like traffic in a four-way, halfway to a whole

It just take long to bring back and the load

Ain't stamped, it's drought, fall straight to the floor

Wishing my dog came back, long live Nate

Man, in the club, we spilling out Mo'

250 cash, I chose in the tote

I ain't none of these rappers they broke

250 cash, I chose in the tote

I ain't like none of these niggas they broke

250 cash, I chose in the tote

I ain't like none of these rappers they broke

I ain't like none of these rappers they broke

I ain't like none of these rappers they broke

Yeah

Credits
Writer(s): George Stone, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
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