Chevy J (Prod by. Scottybeamup)歌詞

作詞 : Chev Jeliosh
作曲 : Chev Jeliosh
chevy got the bun
Do this thang for fun
I drop 10 tapes and you still got none
Hardly get it done
See you on the run
When I heard the pray from the fuzzy gucci nun
JOSH Im the real optimist
Never had no negativity no seeing truma scene
Schwarzenegger poster in my bedroom shine a light on it
I dont need no meds no more cuz I got body strong and shit
Never hit the back cuz we be square on almost everthing
Hall of the hater might just do what we left of it
Rolly on my wrist I hate to ignore and it hit the floor
Body made of flesh like the sun burning of the core
Heard that Lil boy still mad need a Lego
shawty think I'm trash roll up and shifting, pacing and ballin the flows
I bet you selling your soul on every street really I'm flipping the hole's
I guess there ain't no chance for my girl to relax-ile she * me an holding my note
Holler at the enmey no taking shit bullet from me
Put a hold up in the whip and that's the liability
Talking all black bum fish like it's pe co
Chasing after checks doing it like lam bo
Never catch me trippin even if I'm in the narc coach
Look, 24 out 7 me my shit make tons more
Imma walk around just a Lil bit straighter
When they gon learn they can't * with a player
I think imma wolf the way I’m slicing that goat face
I can make em die 556 in my pocket
I think imma wolf the way I’m slicing that goat face
I can make em die 556 in my pocket
Just now when you leaving Imma devil coming through
Pull up your block, some shotters on boozes
bring me my hood, beat off the fool
And if you want the action then we sliding in crews
I've been choose, I have no clues.
Cut the contract make some real deal.
Will you shake off the shit make your flow go smooth.
how you get alttitude is for you to choose
Nobody can stop me put my ego to loose
I can never get tired
Im playing the spot, like Dopa
Shady got time, no prob, but it has never been bought
School boys thinking too much, like they have never been taught
dripping a lot, when I show up they call me a pop
Geeked up, got ET alla, dumping so fast, that'e the king of era
lyrics go up like Khalifa, chill the f up
racing with my amigos see how I'm dressed in Versace
smoking booth in the booth well my friends don't choose
from the foot to the tooth I dance like Bacon in the footloose
don't look at me. It's this the best of you?
nobody say no except they are J cole
Try your best in the desiney queeny pratice symphony without internet meme until you see the back of me
In front of me, you can lower your attitude
Arm up, sallute
believe me, sallute