Starlito, Tha Landlord - 6am in Vegas lyrics
[Starlito, Tha Landlord - 6am in Vegas lyrics]
Lil mama downstairs fixing salmon croquettes
More money, more stress
It come with having a check
You one of them rappers they press
It come from lack of respect
If I'm on stage I'm on deck
They ain't pat me down yet
Yeah I copped one in the desert
Said I'm too tall for a Vette
Saw one at the auction I could've bought
I'm so messy i'm already stamped
So I thought I'd address it i'm appalled
You let my balling upset
You? Well this pressure rappers road rage
In my rearview a pedestrian
Throw this bitch in reverse
Might throw your bitch in a verse
Lance say he got some Ac
I ain't totally quit the syrup
I'm joking, I woke up, rolled up, did yoga
And went to work
Not worried bout what I make
Just know I'ma get my worth
Picking up Grind Hard OG with
The grower November 1st
They say it ain't so fun when
The rabbit got the gun
And I feel like the bunny with the drum
How I keep going, and going, and going
Yeah I'm knowing they feelings hurt
Just know it was God's plan
Even though I ain't been to church
I could've been in that hearse
So I'm knowing that prayer works
Got this hoe I hate, she the worst
Left my throwaway in her purse
I ain't fucking with that bitch
She on that lil girl shit
You just a fake broke nigga
You just look real rich
Down bad, fucked up, but I took my lick
Had to run it back up, so I took me a risk
Glad I chose this over hooping at Fisk
Every Tuesday around 6 pull up
The coupe to Ruth's Chris
Got a cougar to cook for me
But I choose to forget
Come through in the clutch
Jermaine shoot but don't miss
And I promise I ain't slanging
Yeah I'm truly legit
My momma's neighbors probably think
I'm moving them bricks
I been stock trading, getting 2 for a pit
Getting 10 for a show
Still got nothing for a bitch
Look, reaching for my chain'll
Get you paralyzed
You a trapper and a rapper
That's a pair of lies i can look you in your
Eyes and tell you petrified left third
Now I'm headed home and I
Ain't scared to slide baby say she love me
I told her love don't pay the bills
Even though that pussy wetter
Than the Navy SEALs
She said I'll never be hungry 'cause
She can make a meal
I told her I'm money hungry to make a mil
Burning in them coffins so we
Turned to the office
I ain't learn nothing in school
I learned everything from losses
Balling on these hoes
And I never went golfing
Ain't giving niggas nothing, that's a Boston
Shit I gave niggas everything
They still snitching on me
My lawyer lying for me, shit
And he don't even know me do it by myself
That's what come with being lonely
If I left it up to them
I would end up being homeless
If I didn't have the mic and pimping
I wouldn't have a ride man
Always on that bullshit
But I ain't from the Chi man
It's cool coach
Put me in the game and we won't lose coach
I'm asking for the ball when
The game getting too close
(Swish) I'm a westside block nigga
Bring it to you direct
But connected like a Cox nigga
I can't fuck with her if she
Ain't investing in my stock nigga
Lito you my brother
It's gone be that till we drop nigga gone
More money, more stress
It come with having a check
You one of them rappers they press
It come from lack of respect
If I'm on stage I'm on deck
They ain't pat me down yet
Yeah I copped one in the desert
Said I'm too tall for a Vette
Saw one at the auction I could've bought
I'm so messy i'm already stamped
So I thought I'd address it i'm appalled
You let my balling upset
You? Well this pressure rappers road rage
In my rearview a pedestrian
Throw this bitch in reverse
Might throw your bitch in a verse
Lance say he got some Ac
I ain't totally quit the syrup
I'm joking, I woke up, rolled up, did yoga
And went to work
Not worried bout what I make
Just know I'ma get my worth
Picking up Grind Hard OG with
The grower November 1st
They say it ain't so fun when
The rabbit got the gun
And I feel like the bunny with the drum
How I keep going, and going, and going
Yeah I'm knowing they feelings hurt
Just know it was God's plan
Even though I ain't been to church
I could've been in that hearse
So I'm knowing that prayer works
Got this hoe I hate, she the worst
Left my throwaway in her purse
I ain't fucking with that bitch
She on that lil girl shit
You just a fake broke nigga
You just look real rich
Down bad, fucked up, but I took my lick
Had to run it back up, so I took me a risk
Glad I chose this over hooping at Fisk
Every Tuesday around 6 pull up
The coupe to Ruth's Chris
Got a cougar to cook for me
But I choose to forget
Come through in the clutch
Jermaine shoot but don't miss
And I promise I ain't slanging
Yeah I'm truly legit
My momma's neighbors probably think
I'm moving them bricks
I been stock trading, getting 2 for a pit
Getting 10 for a show
Still got nothing for a bitch
Look, reaching for my chain'll
Get you paralyzed
You a trapper and a rapper
That's a pair of lies i can look you in your
Eyes and tell you petrified left third
Now I'm headed home and I
Ain't scared to slide baby say she love me
I told her love don't pay the bills
Even though that pussy wetter
Than the Navy SEALs
She said I'll never be hungry 'cause
She can make a meal
I told her I'm money hungry to make a mil
Burning in them coffins so we
Turned to the office
I ain't learn nothing in school
I learned everything from losses
Balling on these hoes
And I never went golfing
Ain't giving niggas nothing, that's a Boston
Shit I gave niggas everything
They still snitching on me
My lawyer lying for me, shit
And he don't even know me do it by myself
That's what come with being lonely
If I left it up to them
I would end up being homeless
If I didn't have the mic and pimping
I wouldn't have a ride man
Always on that bullshit
But I ain't from the Chi man
It's cool coach
Put me in the game and we won't lose coach
I'm asking for the ball when
The game getting too close
(Swish) I'm a westside block nigga
Bring it to you direct
But connected like a Cox nigga
I can't fuck with her if she
Ain't investing in my stock nigga
Lito you my brother
It's gone be that till we drop nigga gone