Big KRIT - Temptation (Remix) (Ft. Juicy J & Waka Flocka Flame) | Текст песни

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• Temptation (Remix) (Ft. Juicy J & Waka Flocka Flame)

Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain't trippin on the summer cause the stars out
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get [x2]

Still young cruiser what you know bout me
Money come, money go but it's all I see
Layin in the cut with a bitch that suck so much
Kneepads on her knee
Cadillac, rims on wild with the vole to match
Tell the motherfucker what you know bout that
Old school whip with the grain in there
Popping tags, back again, one more time
Got to have it, bounce that, but she hike it up
I catch that pussy like she throwing passes
Jerry Rice on that hoe
Touchdown, the spike, and up throw
Beat the monkey off till it's sore
Soon as I hit the door she got low
Cause she know

Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain't trippin on the summer cause the stars out
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get [x2]

I'm forever balling nigga all about my pockets
Too much money in my hands, I need a lot of wallets
My conversation money and I'm never talking cheap
What you made in a year, I blew in a week
Louie V on my clothes, Bugatti for my foes
Fast life, codeine fiend, everything slow
If I was you nigga I'd probably hate me too
I'm shopping for a new crib, while you making due
Rackin up these paper cuts from stacking all this paper up
Money don't bend ends won't end, juicy j don't give a fuck
I stay high as hell homie it's the only way
Rolls Royce all white, call that bitch Lima [?]

Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain't trippin on the summer cause the stars I out
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get [x2]
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something

Big ass wheels, bad ass bitches
Baby pour some liquor, doll roll up a swisher
I think she's feeling me main
Hypnotized by my pimping
When I talk bitches listen
Diamonds be glissing
So many colors in my chain man it look like a prison
[?] freak out any girl, from a nun to a Christian
I spit this izm, nancy [?] on this trip, getting money

Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain't trippin on the summer cause the stars out
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get [x2]
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something.

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