Hot Sugar - 56k (feat. Heems) | Текст песни

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American Heems, the American Dream
Tryna get rich off American schemes
Horatio Alger you square like Trafalgar
Genovese, Pergament, Conway, Caldor
Horatio Sanz you ain't shit sans your mans
Shit a brick, lock hands with the fam
See it then I call it, I'm an alcoholic
But shut up before I crush you with my wallet
I'm about money and earning like Bernie Madoff
To a fault while you work ethic mad off
Plus you mad soft, crab soft shell's off
If I was 26 in the nineties I'd be well off
Internet money, you've got mail
That caviar a garnish that caviar stale
My G-mail real, that G-mail feel
I'm a G, I'm a male, feel so ill
Got a wiki page, I swear I ain't write it
Hindu red dot rap lyric 'bout sniping
I don't be writing, I just be typin'
I be pipin' aight man?

Yo, getcha head bust, Red puss
I ain't violent I be wildin' I be reckless

Indians jersey and an Om on my necklace
The freshest, you stale as asbestos
I'm Ernie Anastos I murder you bastards
I'm Mister G I'm a G I'm in Aspen
New York dirtbag Himanshu and alley man
Rallyin' them like the muthafuckin' Taliban
Nick Cage, I'm a family man
Your family can't hang with my family, man
Your family ran, my family stands
Fuck your family, fuck my family too fam
Eatin' goat meat, eatin' gizzard
Where was you in the 96 blizzard?
You ain't from New York man quit your bitchin'
Quit regressing you old you look foolish
Need to eat something fam, you look ghoulish
I'm the coolest, one foot out the blanket
Nanny 9-1-1 white people start spankin'
Your kids they be actin' all cunty
White kids be like "It's a free country!"
Get you hands off me, please don't touch me
Put your guts in the trash like a Dutchie

Head bust, red puss
I ain't violent I be wildin' I be reckless

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