REASON, Cozz, G Perico, Dreamville - Hair Salon lyrics
[REASON, Cozz, G Perico, Dreamville - Hair Salon lyrics]
From the barbershops to the hair salons
(Yeah)
My name stay on your head
I'ma catch hypothermia, dawg
Let that sink in
Hahaha, suckers
Read the headlines, bitch-ass nigga
It's bedtime
My nigga fresh home
He on swole from doin' that fed time
(What's goin' on, nigga? Gangsta)
Got the big ol' BG from
My stomach to my chest
(Tatted)
Bought my bitch some brand
New silicone, double D
Big breasts
Enterprise around my neck
Goin' live for my respect
Ain't a life that I won't spare
They goin' wild about my hair
She in her feelings, I don't care
I'm a player
(So what, bitch?)
Why these Marks talkin' down on a gangster?
(Punk-ass nigga)
Ahh, I seen them blue lights
Thought about my two strikes
(Fuck)
Jumped out and run 'cause I can't do life
(Hahaha)
Lil' voice in my head sayin', "Kill 'em"
(Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em)
Lil' voice in my head demandin' millions
(Money, money, money)
6 AM, I was in my
Drawers runnin' from the law
Duckin' the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false
(Nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons
'cross the country talkin' about me
(Bitch)
Ayy, when you talk about me
Talk about top three
(Yeah)
Ayy, I tell no lies, on and off of that beat
(Straight up)
Ayy, my niggas yell
"Cause" but your mama ain't my auntie
(This my auntie)
Ayy, some my niggas yell
"Blood" but for all my niggas I bleed
(Gang)
Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta
I need the Velveeta, I gotta get bread up
(Cheese)
Fuck all that linkin'
I'm stackin' my Lincolns
Don't meet random bitches
It might be a setup
Real niggas don't fall for the get-up
I get up early, your bitch make the bed up
(Ha)
You and I let her beef, and if you let us
Don't give a fuck if I was keto-dietin'
(No way)
Give us a reason, my people is riotin'
(Bitch)
I try to keep peace, but they tryin' it
Must be a lease 'cause we is not buyin' it
(Straight up)
I'm talkin' 'bout all of that
Shit you been sellin'
You niggas would gas up a Tesla (Pff)
Fuck all that talk about who
You think next up
Four fingers, boy, the West up (Facts)
Six, five, see 8th Street, yeah, nigga
Right off of Western
(Hmm)
Real Hunger Games in my section
Be the hungriest
A nigga hunger off some boney shit
Cody Macc on that lonely shit
In my own lane, movin' forty-six
Takin' my time, movin' at my own pace
Yeah, nigga, I'm in my own race, bitch
6 AM, I was in my
Drawers runnin' from the law
Duckin' the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false
(Nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons
'cross the country talkin' about me
(Bitch)
Yeah, look, REASON speakin'
So your girl is movin'
Wait, pussy-killer, I deserve the rumors, huh
Lived through my pain and put
My verses through it
Put the words into it
Nigga, this top shit
If there's hoes in it, I goes in it
For sure in it
Pussy cold, I done froze in it
Tell her bring a friend, we can both get it
Wait
Came up Eastside, nigga
Ho's texts, I don't respond, nigga
Pull a bad bitch in a Nissan, nigga
We get to arguin', I flip shit
Like B-Side, I'm too high, three high
I smoke, she drive
Livin' like I got three lives
Fuckin' like I got three wives
My eyes, swear that it's recline
I like my women and whips foreign
All of my whores be V size
Let's rewind, it's pressure baby shit
She next to a cold nigga, her soul liftin'
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only fuck gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose hitters
Scream out to the neighbors
Be the women that got her a nigga
'Cause bitch
It's one time and mine is all be taken
Money I'm chasin', REAS'
6 AM, I was in my
Drawers runnin' from the law
Duckin' the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false
(Nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons
'cross the country talkin' about me
(Bitch)
(Yeah)
My name stay on your head
I'ma catch hypothermia, dawg
Let that sink in
Hahaha, suckers
Read the headlines, bitch-ass nigga
It's bedtime
My nigga fresh home
He on swole from doin' that fed time
(What's goin' on, nigga? Gangsta)
Got the big ol' BG from
My stomach to my chest
(Tatted)
Bought my bitch some brand
New silicone, double D
Big breasts
Enterprise around my neck
Goin' live for my respect
Ain't a life that I won't spare
They goin' wild about my hair
She in her feelings, I don't care
I'm a player
(So what, bitch?)
Why these Marks talkin' down on a gangster?
(Punk-ass nigga)
Ahh, I seen them blue lights
Thought about my two strikes
(Fuck)
Jumped out and run 'cause I can't do life
(Hahaha)
Lil' voice in my head sayin', "Kill 'em"
(Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em)
Lil' voice in my head demandin' millions
(Money, money, money)
6 AM, I was in my
Drawers runnin' from the law
Duckin' the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false
(Nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons
'cross the country talkin' about me
(Bitch)
Ayy, when you talk about me
Talk about top three
(Yeah)
Ayy, I tell no lies, on and off of that beat
(Straight up)
Ayy, my niggas yell
"Cause" but your mama ain't my auntie
(This my auntie)
Ayy, some my niggas yell
"Blood" but for all my niggas I bleed
(Gang)
Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta
I need the Velveeta, I gotta get bread up
(Cheese)
Fuck all that linkin'
I'm stackin' my Lincolns
Don't meet random bitches
It might be a setup
Real niggas don't fall for the get-up
I get up early, your bitch make the bed up
(Ha)
You and I let her beef, and if you let us
Don't give a fuck if I was keto-dietin'
(No way)
Give us a reason, my people is riotin'
(Bitch)
I try to keep peace, but they tryin' it
Must be a lease 'cause we is not buyin' it
(Straight up)
I'm talkin' 'bout all of that
Shit you been sellin'
You niggas would gas up a Tesla (Pff)
Fuck all that talk about who
You think next up
Four fingers, boy, the West up (Facts)
Six, five, see 8th Street, yeah, nigga
Right off of Western
(Hmm)
Real Hunger Games in my section
Be the hungriest
A nigga hunger off some boney shit
Cody Macc on that lonely shit
In my own lane, movin' forty-six
Takin' my time, movin' at my own pace
Yeah, nigga, I'm in my own race, bitch
6 AM, I was in my
Drawers runnin' from the law
Duckin' the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false
(Nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons
'cross the country talkin' about me
(Bitch)
Yeah, look, REASON speakin'
So your girl is movin'
Wait, pussy-killer, I deserve the rumors, huh
Lived through my pain and put
My verses through it
Put the words into it
Nigga, this top shit
If there's hoes in it, I goes in it
For sure in it
Pussy cold, I done froze in it
Tell her bring a friend, we can both get it
Wait
Came up Eastside, nigga
Ho's texts, I don't respond, nigga
Pull a bad bitch in a Nissan, nigga
We get to arguin', I flip shit
Like B-Side, I'm too high, three high
I smoke, she drive
Livin' like I got three lives
Fuckin' like I got three wives
My eyes, swear that it's recline
I like my women and whips foreign
All of my whores be V size
Let's rewind, it's pressure baby shit
She next to a cold nigga, her soul liftin'
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only fuck gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose hitters
Scream out to the neighbors
Be the women that got her a nigga
'Cause bitch
It's one time and mine is all be taken
Money I'm chasin', REAS'
6 AM, I was in my
Drawers runnin' from the law
Duckin' the dawgs
On this mic, I don't say shit that's false
(Nope)
Shit, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons
'cross the country talkin' about me
(Bitch)