Mr bentley know know

Текст песни All Night (feat. Mr.Bentley) — Big Sean

Скопировать в буфер

Forget
the
sign,
here
come
the
wine

He
swing
away,
I knuckle
up

Been
in
the
clutch,
he
drive
a stick

No
not
bat,
you
missed
that

I’m
not
in
fifth
gear,
switch

Six
Bent,
chopped
and
screwed

I ain’t
talking
’bout
the
beat,
I’m
talkin’
’bout
my
suit

Keep
four
hand
not
like
bi-fon-du

When
I move
they
tellin’
me
they
lovin’
my
colors

All
that
talkin’
’bout
the
clothes,
I’m
talking
about
the
under

Huh,
ground
sonic
kings
I rap
while
pimped
with
a wease

My
audemar
maid
bring
me
green
tea

Tell
—-
I massage
her
feet

And
she
love
me
long
time,
my
woman
stay
on
her
knees

Use
the
head
for
prayer
only

to
say
thank
you

And
now
you
know
for
sure
that
I’m
not
like
you


uh
watch
out,
——

You
can’t
catch
a fish
unless
you
got
the
right
bait

And
though
I have
a stable
with
the
best
milkshakes

The
booty
pass,
from
Aldehyde

Abstinent
like
ebony
in
fashion
league,
why?
we
different

You
complain
that
there’s
not
enough
metaphors

I complain
that
there’s
not
enough
candy
for
us

We
got
different
tastes

You
get
hot
when
you’re
not
gettin’
enough
green

Uhh,
some
more
collard
greens?
I got
enough
pepper
sauce

You
hear
things
and
let
’em
go
over
your
head

I write
’em
down
and

’em
before
I go
to
bed

‘nough
said,
pays
the
parallel
park,
rim
brand

Let
the
driver
take
a day,
Big
Sean
got
the
big
Benz
instead

Yeah,
and
if
you
got
all
that,
the
result
tab
——
red

Here
come
the
pig
(seats!)
and
pose
up

And
tell
’em
that
we
goin’
all
night

Cause
we
know
what
you

like

Bentley
know
what
you
like

Big
Sean
know
what
you
like

88
know
what
you
like

So
tell
’em
that
we
goin’
all
night,
alright?

I miss
Cherie
Amore
I see

Won’t
you
come
be
my
Cherie
Amore
for
me

Wi
Wi,
baby
I can
make
it
better
for
we

She
got
that
baby
phat
fat,
not
Kimora
Lee
(Yeesh)

I used
to
be
underground
like
the
pipeline

Now
I’m
everywhere
like
WI-fi

So
log
on
to
a Don
Corleone

Who
was
known
to
be
known

Off
performing
his
songs!

I’m
from
a place
that’s
so
unprotected

Need
more
than
a condom

But
now
a nigga
label
mates
with
Common

So
how
them
haters
feel?
shit,
no
comment

You
like
Kanye?
He
cool
with
Hov

Oh,
you
don’t
like
Hov?
Well
I know
you
like
Beyoncé

Ain’t
looking
for
a wife
but

The
man
on
my
team

From
the
D like
Chauncey

Billups
babe,
mhmm,
and
we
could
leave

I’m
trynna
beat
like
88
keys
(Damn!)

How
we
livin’
like
we
smoke
88
trees

Hot
shit
baby,
I might
radiate
heat

Excuse
me!
if
I don’t
come
all
cordial

I don’t
mean
to
put
you
through
this
whole
ordeal

Comin’
from
a city
where
the
niggas
keep
it
poppin
like
Orville
(You
Know?)

Оцените статью
Добавить комментарий