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Enzo Mcfly
Enzo Mcfly
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Gregory Foster
Gregory Foster
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J. Fever
J. Fever
Komponist:in
Jay Hill
Jay Hill
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Lyrics

They tried to count me out
Now they gotta count me in
Beware that these **** ain't shit, uh, and these hoes ain't neither
Had to make them dots connect, ain't gotta like it, but they gon' respect him
Presidential Rolex, like I won the election
You ain't gotta pay your debt, but you know that I got connections
Think I’m Tony Montana, I been upping my standards
I treat the game like a challenge, we dress different, baby, this fashion
I'm on the block where they bag down the dope
Gave em more like they didn't have enough
We were poor and they used to laugh at us
The objective is to run it up and switch lanes
What I spent on one necklace, could've bought a couple chains
Used to be the runner, now I'm the plug, I get shit changed
Kept my vision tunneled, from the mud 'cause I'm self-made, uh
So what I ain't come through for you now?
What about the times that I did?
Jumpin' off the stage, surfin' through crowds
Whole world jammin' my shit, and to myself I stay true
**** tryna go straight up through the roof
I been tryna pour up in a Mountain Dew
I been doin' better numbers than they U2
Lil' buddy think he on 'cause he got a song with a little views
Been goin' strong five summers and I'm only winnin', I can't lose
Big Business, Skyview meetings, got good health and I'm leanin'
Better pop the boy when you see him
They gon' screen free me before they R.I.P. me
Think before you move homie, don't put your life in jeopardy
Everyday jewels on me, I deserve this shit respectfully
From Texas, so don't mess with me
She fuck me good, I kept it p
The gangsters be respecting' me
3500 on a Lanvin flannel
I could really make you famous like your local news channel
Got a lil' rich bitch sayin', "Enzo, boy, you too handsome"
What I spent on double cups, I could've fucked around and bought two phantoms
Hellcat with the red guts, left my ex hoe, I was fed up
Moved on and bossed myself up
COD for life, might sign my opps and then shelf em
I'm not picking' up none of that calls, 'cause when I was down, they did not help me
And I'm quick to tell these **** when they wrong, they'll do whatever, if you let em,
hundreds, got several, got clarity in my bezel, Louie bandana like a rebel
Count me in, didn’t I try to tell you
Since a lil' ****, do you smell me?
I was just an artist 'round a bunch of felons
It's goin' down if Enzo tell him
Somebody dying if I let him wet him
Your bro on the ground, homie, go and help him
Can't tolerate disrespect
Posting bankrolls, we invented that
All my diamonds got the real effect
They tried to sign me, they ain't have enough
You rappers all weak like the calendar
Keep me off your cameras, I just want the money, dawg
The objective is to run it up and switch lanes
What I spent on one necklace, could've bought a couple chains
Used to be the runner, now I'm the plug, I get shit changed
Get my vision tunneled from the mud, 'cause I'm self-made
run it up and switch lanes
could've bought a couple chains
From the mud, self-made
Run it up and switch lanes
Coulda bought a couple chains, From the mud, self-made
Written by: Gregory Foster, J. Fever, Jay Hill
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