Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

[Intro:
Fuck!
lawsuits nigga
(We the music!)
Murder rate rap

Drenched chest franklins

[Verse 1:
the DA on my way here
I some millions on my way here nigga
With the bust open
new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play them racks Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
my gun Cock it back then I push start
I name how many times they tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the
Sidity thots, know they forever
My and tribulations playing out on blogs
Spend hundred thousand or better all the cars
The park itself, nigga
That rover came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm filet mignon
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good all year put the rollie on
They parading in the streets you gotta a drum
Say a for my young nigga, know he dumb
The rate going up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love with murder
Old friends of me turned into my
My money and fame changes into enemies
All my hard work and lonely nights no
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you niggas me
They rep the gang that bangin' it out in
I watch the shit come out your mouth and finicky
I'm tryna you but I doubt I'll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind it's to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod money I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta
And I gave 'em all dope and they off
Got my lil haiti babies waiting so can wack ya
I got my memphis ten niggas to jack ya
I got DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
Before the rap, you go dap em
forget to look a nigga when they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I told I can see the future
Told my bitch I you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm nigga Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you diss me then I might ya
Brrr you don't with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling keys to
I was coppin' keys outta
New with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, room cars in it
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put they in it
They 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin'
Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no
Let's talk 'bout poppin' and xans like we 're patients
And the allegations have you pacin'
Million dollar boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get 100 Mil I'ma race you
Dope boy, I never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA just signed a trap nigga
New york Times Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might it back nigga
You fuckin' the money up if I'm honest
Gotta be grateful I never break the
I my plug love me, I know my bitch hate me
I heard my hood salty I tried to 'em it ain't my fault
It's just my called me
But since they hatin' on an nigga keep ballin'
And I ain't textin' that bitch because she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first night then she miss her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to trial poker i'm all in
Philippe it AP, 40 mil I'm all in
Plug hit my I act like I ain't see 'em callin'
I work so for [?] I'm tryna get some free bands
I'm the king of the my house Graceland
No respect for rappers respect the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper like the dope man nigga