Trim the Fat Flee Lord & Roc Marciano (Ft. Stove God Cooks)

На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Trim the Fat" от Flee Lord & Roc Marciano (Ft. Stove God Cooks). Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

[Intro: Flee Lord]
Okay
Brrrrrr
Okay
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Lord, lord!

[Verse: Flee Lord]
My mic on 10
The ice on swim
Started when I pull up, (drr, drr, drr), ya life gon' end (get ’em)
Rolling up the [?]
Controlling all my anger
Show love in the club to some total fucking strangers (what's good, whoa?)
Focus on the paper
Was broke but now I cake up
Third eye shining, I was woke before the wake up
The fame was right there
I'm slanging white [?]
It’s Dior on my [?]
No more changing Nike Airs
The oxtail is roast, the cocktail is potent
Grew up in the slums, block near the ocean
Hardest in the street, chargеs getting beat
MAC and enginе, new Draco on the seat
Get it how you live
Admit it how you live
Pain or the power
Yeah, we bang over hours
Ain't no lane for a coward
Bentley looking sweet, but the Range Rover looking sour
Seen a 100 plus relationships that changed over dollars
I don't think y'all heard what I just said
Seen a 100 plus relationships that changed over dollars