Testo Unrule - Willie The Kid feat. Vdon
Testo della canzone Unrule (Willie The Kid feat. Vdon), tratta dall'album Blue Notes
Niggas hating, procrastinating, a filibuster
You still a buster
I bust moves, Phillip Morris money
Smoke tints on the M6, I kill 'em dead
You get stabbed with a Phillips-head
Sedated, no Sudafed
Full court press, serious sound stickers
Fast women send nude pictures, slow motion
The Hublot jump in the ocean, deep like a U-boat
Devoted like Huey Newton
What's the notion? Chanel blue designer lotion
Smooth like Rob Lowe, you know my status
Modus Operandus, I never ran with the random
Fuck the ops, opportunist
Red dots, a hundred shots
Perfect the form like shotput, I'm off-putting
I'm pulling up, bitches put out, banana pudding
I'm putting blood on your bandana, that's on sight
The black leather was off-white
You niggas awful, foreign cars never carpool
My niggas got it, identified objects
Flying through the projects, thorough
I rock the Mermont or maybe Merrell
I don't know you niggas, I'ma need referrals
Let me find out you niggas hating
I'm getting to it, nigga, I ain't waiting
Let me find out you niggas playing
I'm getting to it, that's all I'm saying
Let me find out you niggas hating
I'm getting to it, nigga, I ain't waiting
Let me find out you niggas playing
I'm getting to it, that's all I'm saying
My nigga blew trial, moved to Montreal
Put you peons in triage for trying to try it
Blue lights on the i8, the Bimmer hybrid
Watermarks on the blue notes, the money vibrant
Spray the block like a fire hydrant
I'm getting high, eating veal with tyrants
Run flat tires, Dunlop, nigga, you done know
I'm doing donuts, confront them niggas at Sunoco
Let my gun blow, ice cold like a snow cone
The watch robust, busting down the Buckley
Old money, Sears Roebuck, you niggas lucky
I fell back, what up, Lord?
Pockets fat like Lord Sear, see the sirloin
Dead serious for certain, load the carbine
Sip the Merlot 'til it's gone, mobbing like Carmine
But never mind me, you niggas pantomiming
I puff cigars from Panama, I landed in Anaheim
I was behind somewhere in Orange County, Santa Ana
Bitches leaning, orange Fanta
I been finessing with the bitcoins, bits and pieces
I built the building, you niggas breaking leases
Let me find out you niggas hating
I'm getting to it, nigga, I ain't waiting
Let me find out you niggas playing
I'm getting to it, that's all I'm saying
Let me find out you niggas hating
I'm getting to it, nigga, I ain't waiting
Let me find out you niggas playing
I'm getting to it, that's all I'm saying
Credits
Writer(s): Tivon Key, Willie Jackson
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