Jim Jones, Harry Fraud - Barry White lyrics
[Jim Jones, Harry Fraud - Barry White lyrics]
La musica de Harry Fraud capo
You gotta watch when niggas
Start feeling entitled
He bought the whole whip
So every wheel got a title
We own shit like I'm Jay
Walked in the building at Tidal
I tell ’em to pray for me
They even killing the Bible
I'll put you in a casket just
Like this piece of my chest
Word to Von Dutch
Now we're thinking ’bout leasing a jet
It was nights we had beef that I
Had to sleep with my Tec
You know it's scary in my hood
'cause even a reaper gets fresh
Stay on my game
They told me prep for the worst
Flood my Jesus piece
You either blessed or you cursed
Watch doesn't tick like the
Rolex doesn't work
And I guess the silly bitch thinks
We gon' sex for a purse, shit
Let's turn the hood to a paradise
(What we doing?)
Where you could make a million
Off a pair of dice
Lord knows we done been through
All the scary nights (Pray for us)
Pain in my voice gets deep like Barry White
(Capo)
Let's turn the hood to a paradise (Facts)
Where you could make a million
Off a pair of dice (Dimelo)
Lord knows we done been through
All the scary nights (Scared?)
Pain in my voice gets deep like Barry White
I be praying they never got us out of pocket
They need to be careful
I might pull a rocket out my pocket
He said he the plug
I said there’s no plug without the socket
I know Bahamian niggas that run
Routes out the tropics
You never burn your bridge
You keep all your lanes open
This 40 with thirty
You see the whole thing poking
Niggas is just like bitches
They’re watching everything you posting
They're counting all our bottles
While we’re champagne toasting
That's inadequate behavior for any
Man over twenty plenty nights in the spot
I had my hand on the semi
I don't be fucking with these rappers
I'm not a fan of too many
They say less is more
So me and hammer is plenty
They’ve been boosting the numbers until they
Get charged for the streaming
Feds'll snatch you out your sleep
And charge you for dreaming
I'm putting you up on game
On the things I observed
Like how I used to sell wings but
Now I like wings from a bird
It was a hundred a gram if
You bring it to the burb
And every time money got low
I had to stop clinging to the urge
I mean, Lord knows I could get it back quick
'Cause the reward was never worth the risk
Let's turn the hood to a paradise
(What we doing?)
Where you could make a million
Off a pair of dice
Lord knows we done been through
All the scary nights (Pray for us)
Pain in my voice gets deep like Barry White
(Capo)
Let's turn the hood to a paradise (Facts)
Where you could make a million
Off a pair of dice (Dimelo)
Lord knows we done been through
All the scary nights (Scared?)
Pain in my voice gets deep like Barry White
You gotta watch when niggas
Start feeling entitled
He bought the whole whip
So every wheel got a title
We own shit like I'm Jay
Walked in the building at Tidal
I tell ’em to pray for me
They even killing the Bible
I'll put you in a casket just
Like this piece of my chest
Word to Von Dutch
Now we're thinking ’bout leasing a jet
It was nights we had beef that I
Had to sleep with my Tec
You know it's scary in my hood
'cause even a reaper gets fresh
Stay on my game
They told me prep for the worst
Flood my Jesus piece
You either blessed or you cursed
Watch doesn't tick like the
Rolex doesn't work
And I guess the silly bitch thinks
We gon' sex for a purse, shit
Let's turn the hood to a paradise
(What we doing?)
Where you could make a million
Off a pair of dice
Lord knows we done been through
All the scary nights (Pray for us)
Pain in my voice gets deep like Barry White
(Capo)
Let's turn the hood to a paradise (Facts)
Where you could make a million
Off a pair of dice (Dimelo)
Lord knows we done been through
All the scary nights (Scared?)
Pain in my voice gets deep like Barry White
I be praying they never got us out of pocket
They need to be careful
I might pull a rocket out my pocket
He said he the plug
I said there’s no plug without the socket
I know Bahamian niggas that run
Routes out the tropics
You never burn your bridge
You keep all your lanes open
This 40 with thirty
You see the whole thing poking
Niggas is just like bitches
They’re watching everything you posting
They're counting all our bottles
While we’re champagne toasting
That's inadequate behavior for any
Man over twenty plenty nights in the spot
I had my hand on the semi
I don't be fucking with these rappers
I'm not a fan of too many
They say less is more
So me and hammer is plenty
They’ve been boosting the numbers until they
Get charged for the streaming
Feds'll snatch you out your sleep
And charge you for dreaming
I'm putting you up on game
On the things I observed
Like how I used to sell wings but
Now I like wings from a bird
It was a hundred a gram if
You bring it to the burb
And every time money got low
I had to stop clinging to the urge
I mean, Lord knows I could get it back quick
'Cause the reward was never worth the risk
Let's turn the hood to a paradise
(What we doing?)
Where you could make a million
Off a pair of dice
Lord knows we done been through
All the scary nights (Pray for us)
Pain in my voice gets deep like Barry White
(Capo)
Let's turn the hood to a paradise (Facts)
Where you could make a million
Off a pair of dice (Dimelo)
Lord knows we done been through
All the scary nights (Scared?)
Pain in my voice gets deep like Barry White