Singer | Raja Kumari |
Language | English |
Album | Bloodline Lyrics: Raja Kumari Music: Raja Kumari |
rigid, temp frigid
get guap. phone ring a ding
army duffle with big locks
no peak of sleep. gucci on the feet
thick socks, plane taking off
paris is the drop (oui, oui)
real ones never sing for the opp
so the seams
so they never see the strings lose
and get in a knot
running paper routes
knowing that i can’t trip up
whole family drips it from the sippy cup
club going in, filled up with hooligans
camouflage the evidence
now we on the move again
all types of contraband, mixed with that shit
they pop
that don’t distract what we came here to get
we locked
respect my rasta boys
like to hold them reugers (reugers)
know the queen must retain them
designated shootas (shootas)
they want amnesty, imma show up army deep
either way you put it
imma be a major chest piece
mama said get out that bed and hurry
gotta go make them dollas
gotta hit’em with that heat
gotta give the streets that heat
mama said get out that bed and hurry
gotta go make them dollas
gotta hit’em with that heat (born hustla)
gotta give the streets that heat.
jackpot driver move the top.
we done went from winter to the hot.
all the profits from the capers,
we gone stash that.
(all the profits from the capers
we gone stash that)
young gods, schemin on the block
(schemin with it)
in their eyes, i could see pac
keep the money movin,
i ain’t here to look back
(keep the money movin
i ain’t here to look back)
i just gotta get back to the plane
get my flight to move
here they’re trying to shut down everything
take my visa too
running down the terminal
i just made it through the gate
operation still in full effect to the next state
mama said get out that bed and hurry
gotta go make them dollas
gotta hit’em with that heat
gotta give the streets that heat
mama said get out that bed and hurry
gotta go make them dollas
gotta hit’em with that heat (born hustla)
gotta give the streets that heat
light flashin on blue
canines on loose
big boys with the green badge
said the big bag won’t go through
(tu, tu, tu, tu) desmond tutu
might have to do a nightcap, on a red eye
beirut
(shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot)
oh shit, don’t shoot
intel said the currency and
the wire all came through
too hard to get killed, just moved 8 mil
tell em quick, send the bulletproof
and hurry up and get here
mama said get out that bed and hurry
gotta go make them dollas
gotta hit’em with that heat
gotta give the streets that heat
mama said get out that bed and hurry
gotta go make them dollas
gotta hit’em with that heat (born hustla)
gotta give the streets that heat