We were on the throne, living on our own Hunting my own skin, want it to break in (break it in) She just wanna dance, I'mma get them bands Make a lot of stacks, bitch, I'd die for my respect
Wrist, diamonds, ice, neon green lights Don't care about the price, I cop it, I smash it, this size Wrist, diamonds, ice, percocet, my Sprite Percys in my Sprite, Louis bag, three stripes
As I walk through the fire with my wings I could only stop for this iron like a lane She just want to pop all the molly in the Benz I've been getting rich, making money with my friends Bitch, we off them shits, time to stay until the end I'm just trynna pop all the bottles, fuck the feds I got 50 pills all up in our money bags She gon' watch how I spend it, like, just to get it back Sitting on the field, snakes through the money tracks Breaking in and entering, bitch we popping tags Keep the fire burning off a blunt like candle wax Burning down your money 'til it ain't nothing to stacks
We were on the throne, living on our own Hunting my own skin, want it to break in (break it in) She just wanna dance, I'mma get them bands Make a lot of stacks, bitch, I'd die for my respect
Flick all my lights, chain, dirty Sprite Living my life, I'm alright, shawty, she my type Die for this I might, chains all freeze outside Flick all my lights, chain, dirty Sprite
As I hop by the avenue with my wings Baby don't stop, wanna give you everything When we off them rocks, I'mma tell you everything Soap on my shoes and on my heart, it's getting thin But you're a butterfly riding through the desert winds I'm a real bad, I love all the finer things When I come close, close to you I can't sin Heaven knows I'm bad, but Lord, I can't fix a thing Fly too close to the sun, my wings give in I gave you my whole life, don't owe you a thing As I chose life and this rug made of mink Burning down the Winter 'cause I'm over everything
We were on the throne, living on our own (Leandoer stranger) Hunting my own skin, want it to break in (break it in) She just wanna dance, I'mma get them bands Make a lot of stacks, bitch, I'd die for my respect
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Compositores: Carl Mikael Berlander (STIM), Jonatan Aron Leandoer Haastad (Jonatan Aron Leandoer Hastad) (STIM), Ludwig RosenbergEditor: Sony/ATV Music Publishing Allegro KbAdministração: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCECAD verificado obra #17277073 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM