Spark Master Tape - Livin' Lavish | Текст песни

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• Livin' Lavish

[hook]
Bitch I'm living lavish
Talking money, cabbage
You talking all the bullshit, you ain't about to have it
Bitch I say we living lavish
Murk you for the static
Drum up on the whole team we leaving with some baggage, livin', livin' lavish
Talking money, cabbage
You talking all the bullshit, you ain't about to have it
Bitch I say we living lavish
Murk you for the static
Drum up on the whole team we leaving with some baggage, them fukk boys show up

[Verse 1]
It's that last drink that Rest In Peace
RIP that's \"shut up bitch\"
I'm too drunk to understand what you saying
What you demand from me?
Sipping lean till my stomach hurt
Toast weighing my pants down
And I'm really wishing that a brother would
Cop the tip we ain't jam out
Bringing the flame, flinging the 'caine
With figures to gain, the bigger the gang
The bigger the brain, the bigger we bang
The quicker we slang
Now say it again (faded again)
Shit's that been planned
Shit that's a shipment to France
Sack up the gas for the plane
Sipping the sixty: the first one to pass
Cop about fifty, chop it in half
Triple the price, move it in bags
Cripple your plug, we pulling a tag
Chicken the soup it's all in a rag

[Hook 2]
Hunna' million dollars on a bitch
Hunna' million dollars on a bitch
We gon' make a hunna' million dollars on this bitch
Hunna', hunna', hunna' million dollars (screwed vocal) bitch
Hunna' million dollars on a bitch
Hunna' million dollars on a bitch
We gon' make a hunna' million dollars on this bitch
Hunna', hunna', hunna' million dollars on this bitch
I been [?]

[Verse 2]
Its that last shot, no witness
My last beer, dark Guinness
My last job ain't finished
So I'm in a room dressed up like a dentist
Menace, lower they want a percentage
Slipped them a wrap, poisonous spinach
Shit in they food, now that they finished
Cleaner the bed, downer with this
Hey, clean
Find me a patsy, find me a patsy
I'll find you the team (hey clean)
Guns with a scheme, poppin on lean

[Hook 2]
Hunna' million dollars on a bitch
Hunna' million dollars on a bitch
We gon' make a hunna' million dollars on this bitch
Hunna' hunna' hunna' million dollars on this bitch
[x2]

[hook]
B-bitch I'm living lavish
Talking money, cabbage
You talking all the bullshit, you ain't about to have it
Bitch, we living lavish
Murk you for the static
Drum up on the whole team we leaving with some
Baggage

Them fukkboys show up, their body going down
Bullets in the air, everybody catch a round
You looking for the fort? We tear that shit down
Bullets in the fucking air, everybody get it now, look

[Verse 3]
We been walking on the line of being fine or being killas
No belief in no home, no hope, about to be dilemmas
Gun toting, gun smoking, homicidal predator
I'm irregular, no regular competitors
Competitive, non-secular. My team stay molecular
In every part of the element we down to be dissecting them, like

[Outro]
From now on, everyone will be properly dressed at all times
I cannot have officers eating sandwiches on duty, commander, just under any circumstances
\"I'm sorry sir\"