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Dave East
Dave East
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter:in
Abraham Orellana
Abraham Orellana
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
araabMUZIK
araabMUZIK
Produzent:in
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
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Lyrivelli
Lyrivelli
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Everytime I roll up, uh, everytime I roll up, uh (I roll up) Uh, everytime I roll up (smokin', nigga) Everytime I, everytime I Every time I roll up (uh), both my pockets swole up (swole up) Me was eatin' cold cuts, tryna cop raw with no cut Hoppin' out the taxis, clubs tryna tax me Clothes was dirty, head was nappy I ain't got it, so don't ask me (don't ask me) Shots flyin', nigga, get low, hangin' out the window We gon' work it out, it don't matter if the gym closed (work it out) Back against the wall, I stood on ten toes Big jawn baggin' up, look like Lizzo I like Pacino, but I'm more De Niro Every time I hop out, the baddеst bitches pop out (baddest) Roof's gone, drops out (skrrt), smokin' with thе Glock out I couldn't make a dollar on the campus, so I dropped out Sippin' Hi-Tech, poppin' Perc .30s 'tll I knocked out (ooh) They don't know my lifestyle (damn) Foreign in the mornin', sun drop, I'm on a bike now I really got more Airmax than nighttime Just keep it cool, turn the lights down This off the head, this type of shit I never write down (never) Kiss your children goodnight now (mwah) It's time to purge Wanted to talk, but couldn't find the words From gettin' off shit every night, still gettin' on my mama nerves (sorry) I fucked her once, she told me she love me, I guess it's time to curve (I'm out) We never had shit, now we got it, I guess it's time to scourge You got the wrong one, you could lose your life before the song done The sun gon' shine brighter when the storm done (believe me) Even when my paper was short, I kept a long gun How you claimin' king of New York? You must be on somethin' The only one was Frank White (uh), shark in the water, feel like a great white Like a vampire, good in the dark, don't fuck with daylight (right) I been ready for audience, I ain't never had stage fright (never) We was drinkin' Bacardi when niggas was tryna play fight Y'all was tryna slap box, we was watchin' Crack Lock Questions we ain't ask cops, you was on your laptop Never will this cash stop (never) I just want an old-school cutlass with the rag top A bitch without no ass shots A mansion for my hitters, so they got a place to kick it I don't know too many niggas lived this life the way I lived it (don't know) Roll a dice and let's get rich, Millie Vision, talkin' Richard Fuck who don't believe me Masks on, avoidin' niggas, way before corona season (way before) They get emotional the moment that they know you leavin' You start to panic when you notice bleedin' (ah) Depression kick in, it feel like don't nobody even know you breathin' (nobody) That shit ain't that far, if you get close, you'll see it Open your eyes, some want you to live, some hope that you die (huh?) This shit illegal, if they ask you, I just hope that you lie (hope) Don't fuck up the vibe, palms sweatin', clutchin' my .9 If you my son, then I just want you to shine (shine, my nigga) Every time I came up (up), niggas brought my name up (why?) I'm about to pick a chain up, how you figured I changed up? (how?) We ain't had the same luck (nah) When you was goin' to sleep, I used to stay up (uh) I was layin' these verses, you used to lay up Every time I roll up (uh), both my pockets swole up (swole up) Me was eatin' cold cuts, tryna cop raw with no cut Hoppin' out the taxis, clubs tryna tax me Clothes was dirty, head was nappy I ain't got it, so don't ask me
Writer(s): David Brewster Jr., Abraham Orellana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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