a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lookin - savoke & bhgtwthbg lyrics

[intro]
level

[verse 1: savoke]
big bands, coming in the front door
i wanna caress, i do not want a war
gettin’ big bands but you know i want more
got a lot of fans, but i want more and more
i don’t know what to do with the racks
i don’t know what to do with these stacks
i get a bag and then i sell it back
i sold a bag b*tch, that’s 5 pounds of crack
your b*tch sold my crack
your b*tch sellin’ crack
your b*tch sellin’ crack for me

diamonds when i walk
diamonds when i talk
when i see your main b*tch
side, like a block
that’s the life you gotta live when you sell re*rock
all this sh*t goin’ up like the f*ckin stocks
all my diamonds, they’re nothing more than some heavy rocks
all you do is talk sh*t, talk talk talk
you wanna do that? b*tch you will get blocked
shootin sh*t, feel like riley from the boondocks
all my brothers bite b*tch, yea they’re dogs
now i got vvs, hangin’ by my neck and it’s gleamin’
my diamonds are gleamin’
my diamonds are gleamin’
my diamonds are shootin’ like starbeams
i’m beamin’

i’m a beamer boy, i’m a dreamer boy
and i walk this sh*t, i’mma scheme until i get a millon
f*ck it, get a bag, get a bag, how i bust up
get a bag b*tch, yea, i’mma bust down

[verse 2: bhgtwthbg]
hold the keys to my rari, gotta p*ss
that girl ain’t your b*tch, she gon play you like a switch
got my rod, in her water, but i ain’t tryna go fishin’
money, gta, tryna hop on a mission?

and i got cheese but it ain’t quarter pounder
hide the ounce of crack in my doug dimmadone hat

why you always talkin’ bout some money, you ain’t even got?
lamborgini, i ain’t even drive, that sh*t left to rot
ecstacy delusional, that’s just what you thought
way im talkin’ to your hoe, she gon nickname me b*tterscotch

crystals in my t**th, grinnin
diamonds on me, hit a l!ck with it
vlone forgiatio n*gga, all 4 them rims spinnin’
talkin’ bout, i been winnin
raf simons on my stitch, linen
i was tryna get the bag out my safe house
why your mans snichin’ on my homies, better zip it!
i was tryna hit joe up
get a glock no safety lock
i call yo hoe up
man your fiancee is a thot
i got my dough up
now i’m the only one on top
when i show up
to your block, we cut the top off

[bridge: bhgtwthbg]
got chrome hearts huggin’ on my legs
i’m in the scene i’m on the reg

[outro: savoke & bhgtwthbg]
once you get that designer sh*t, all they do is look man (woah)
yea, he lookin at me, cuz’ i got chrome hearts on
exactly, that n*gga lookin weird, like

- savoke bhgtwthbg lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular