Gilbere Forte - Anigma (PROD. BY RAAK) | Текст песни

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• Gilbere Forte
• Anigma (PROD. BY RAAK)

[Intro]
I need 100 dollars, maybe a million

[Verse 1]
Waking up to credits, my life is a movie,
Cocking back my prayers, no pressure can shoot me,
Fashionably late, Givenchy can shoot me,
A thousand miles per hour, that Bugatti is booty
Balling out I got coach, gold line on these hoes,
Touchdown in they throat, you know how many fucking records I broke
Life’s moving too slow, future calling my phone,
Angels on that voicemail, daddy please come home
It’s that trailer shit that I know, my dreams kicking in doors,
Fuck the life that you chose, all the smoking mirrors I broke
Phil Jackson made the deal happen,
Blowing up like it never happened,
Never satisfied till I’m 55, Denzel of this rap shit!
Boasting all that big shit that your ho try to fuck me in,
Top floor like anywhere, no entry point for your key to fiy,
So high I talk to god and my androids can see the blink
Lord knows it is my time, lord knows that vacheron

[Hook]
This is anigma,
Middle finger to you bitch niggas,
This is anigma,
Real niggas getting major figures

[Verse 2]
All the money and the cars, talk about it, talk about it,
Everybody living large, talk about it, talk about it,
All my real niggas in the building, talk about it, talk about it,
All the bad women making noise, talk about it, talk about it
This is anigma, raised in hell, cooked in holy baking soda,
87 dreams, woke you, out your fucking coma,
It’s cold in the middle when the heat is on,
Motherfuckers crowd around me, you just so they ain’t seen alone
First class for that Skype call, ease drop on my life dog,
Swimming in the money i might fall,
Scrooge McDuck that I drown all
I’m way down till I’m way up, my countdown like the ball struck,
Four hoes all fucked up, four hoes all fucked up
Try to chase the liq' but that juice gon', fucked up, where the Goose go,
Last night Greystone, last year I was at a house party
Same nigga, same crew, watch your girl before she blame you,
I had her in the whip and she was on my dick, but I don’t give a fuck like it’s game two

[Bridge]
I’ve been on some other shits since day one,
Ask me how I feel ho, amazing,
Fantastic brilliant, spilling champagne on your bitch,
Why you sing along on my shit, nigga?

[Hook]

[Outro]
All the money and the cars, talk about it, talk about it,
It’s everybody living large, talk about it, talk about it,
All my real niggas in the build’, talk about it, talk about it,
All the bad women making noise, talk about it, talk about it