Dom Corleo - Perculations lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Perculations lyrics]
Gxupo, blow they speakers out yeah, uh
Yeah, uh yeah, uh
Uh uh, uh
Yeah
I ain't finna stop until I get a milly
I run up them bands, my money go silly
I'm on the eastside in the Helly'
Whole lotta Percs 10s in my belly
I'm gettin' Percie letter, you gon' feel me
I don't need friends, kill 'em, call me Melly
My diamonds, they shinin'
Flashin' out the Skelly
Money, I'm too tight with the teller
Goin' out sad, I don't know what to tell ya
I done turned into a whole damn villain
Top floor but you wouldn't know that feelin'
I done turned into a rich ass fella
Told you thе shit I did, I gotta kill ya
All of these faces gеttin' too familiar
As I get old the shit is gettin' realer
Servin' that pack, pack like the dealer
Uh, yeah
I'm with all them killers, rockin' chinchilla
Don't get on my nerves, hitter
'fore I send them drillers
I said "Fo', what up? What's crackin'?"
Somebody shot 'em, what happened?
Guess you was build for the net
Not that action
I can see when you come in my path
We get crackin'
See when you come in my path, we get blastin'
Better go play it off like it ain't happened
Told me "I'm a white bitch"
Then he got jammed up with that stick
Came in with dual wield like Wick
I'm in a grey 'Vette like Wick, uh
I'm up in Ella i'm with Ella
I'm up in Ella in Margiela
On Melrose in a four-wheeler
All hell break loose when I pull up
All the hoes come out when I pull up uh huh
I ain't finna stop until I get a milly
I run up them bands, my money go silly
I'm on the eastside in the Helly'
Whole lotta Percs 10s in my belly
I'm gettin' Percie letter, you gon' feel me
I don't need friends, kill 'em, call me Melly
My diamonds, they shinin'
Flashin' out the Skelly
Money, I'm too tight with the teller
Goin' out sad, I don't know what to tell ya
I done turned into a whole damn villain
Top floor but you wouldn't know that feelin'
I done turned into a rich ass fella
Told you the shit I did, I gotta kill ya
All of these faces gettin' too familiar
As I get old the shit is gettin' realer
Servin' that pack, pack like the dealer
Yeah, uh yeah, uh
Uh uh, uh
Yeah
I ain't finna stop until I get a milly
I run up them bands, my money go silly
I'm on the eastside in the Helly'
Whole lotta Percs 10s in my belly
I'm gettin' Percie letter, you gon' feel me
I don't need friends, kill 'em, call me Melly
My diamonds, they shinin'
Flashin' out the Skelly
Money, I'm too tight with the teller
Goin' out sad, I don't know what to tell ya
I done turned into a whole damn villain
Top floor but you wouldn't know that feelin'
I done turned into a rich ass fella
Told you thе shit I did, I gotta kill ya
All of these faces gеttin' too familiar
As I get old the shit is gettin' realer
Servin' that pack, pack like the dealer
Uh, yeah
I'm with all them killers, rockin' chinchilla
Don't get on my nerves, hitter
'fore I send them drillers
I said "Fo', what up? What's crackin'?"
Somebody shot 'em, what happened?
Guess you was build for the net
Not that action
I can see when you come in my path
We get crackin'
See when you come in my path, we get blastin'
Better go play it off like it ain't happened
Told me "I'm a white bitch"
Then he got jammed up with that stick
Came in with dual wield like Wick
I'm in a grey 'Vette like Wick, uh
I'm up in Ella i'm with Ella
I'm up in Ella in Margiela
On Melrose in a four-wheeler
All hell break loose when I pull up
All the hoes come out when I pull up uh huh
I ain't finna stop until I get a milly
I run up them bands, my money go silly
I'm on the eastside in the Helly'
Whole lotta Percs 10s in my belly
I'm gettin' Percie letter, you gon' feel me
I don't need friends, kill 'em, call me Melly
My diamonds, they shinin'
Flashin' out the Skelly
Money, I'm too tight with the teller
Goin' out sad, I don't know what to tell ya
I done turned into a whole damn villain
Top floor but you wouldn't know that feelin'
I done turned into a rich ass fella
Told you the shit I did, I gotta kill ya
All of these faces gettin' too familiar
As I get old the shit is gettin' realer
Servin' that pack, pack like the dealer