start project – rockefeller lyrics
[intro]
(how can you do it?)
[verse 1: omar santana]
soldi a ventaglio
questa bimba chiama
mentre sto pensando il pacco
non voglio i tuoi baci
mi rende contento il guap
chiama per i soldi son già qua!
siamo il compasso
tiriamo fuori diamanti da quel sasso
sta merda è crazy
eran di più ma gli abbiamo stesi
hanno parlato gli abbiamo presi
organizzati come i cinesi
yaya
prima ero a riempire i blister
lui ammira la mia realness
prima era un fan, dopo un dawg, un ora b+tches
fa finta di esser real
ma è tuo padre che cha il business
in tasca 5 bands mi sento un rockefeller
porto la mia b+tch nel hotel
questa tipa è chic non ha le extension
coi miei homies nelle home invasion
[verse 2: jimmythehood]
nie mogę mieć marzeń, bo marzenia spełniam
widzisz mą kieszeń, ma kieszeń jest pełna
ledwo dorosłem+ uciekłem z warszawy
wróciłem do niej już jako legenda
dawno układałem w głowie pojebany plan
prawie nikt nie uwierzył, serio, byłem w tym sam
dziś rośnie thehood, eskaluje gang
po to ciągle to grałem i do dzisiaj gram
ze starych blizn mam zbroję jak armor
znowu w warszawie link up z santaną
nie mam cv, staki same spadają
starzy koledzy się kleją jak sidehoes
[verse 3: convince]
cv and jimmy spin man like a vinyl
we got the hood on the end of our title
lifestyle is vital, f+ck all the rivals
this is the real sh+t, not a recital
talk about top 5s
man, i ain’t the fourth, or the fifth, or the second or the third
of course i’m lit like a bunsen burner
tell a wasteman “f+ck what you heard”
been about, big whip, man swerving
bro know i’ve got the p’s in the front, p’s in the back
looking like i just passed learning
big cv, i’ve been working
know a couple gyal around for the mandy
get your candy like aggro santos (get you some)
i know a couple man be waiting on the cv
coming like an interview whenever man drop
man shake the room whenever man drop
tell a gyal throw that back and then land it
i love stretching bands on these bankrolls
coming like the internet with this bandwith
so, f+ck what you’re telling me
your b+tch is a wench, i ain’t been up on the bench since year 6 assembly
pardon my french but i hate when a man wanna f+ck about, f+ck with my energy
i make him drop like a can in a vending machine
this b+tch got a back like she be lebanese
whole of her life she’ll be mentioning me
[verse 4: armor]
i don’t want smoke but i’m holdin that
cali get rolled from my poland pack
missed his call at 2 am two oh four gassed when i phoned him back
and i been prang think my phone is tapped
convince said “should i just, should i just lamp him”
i ain’t gonna hold him back
santana bang bang cos he’s holdin waps
bad baddie bad back put a bulge in pants
get her addy land packs if i lotion that
wanna come see me i’ll give her the wood
i don’t use jimmys, im with jimmythehood grr
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