《Hammers amp Vogues》歌詞:byCurreny mp3歌詞

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(feat. Curren$y)

[Hook: Stalley x4]

Hammers and Vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish

[Verse 1: Stalley]

I’m selling peace on Earth, God

I’m trying not to be so worked, God

For what it’s worth, I’m overtime

Grindin’ until the sun up

Jewel polishing, tryna stay an honest man with my come up

Niggas keep testing me, I’m tryna put these guns up

They got me looking like a redneck, looking for trespassers

All these demons in my way, I’m tryna brush past them

The psychology of armed robbery excites them

Indictment for my writing did more than enlighten

Just ask them, did some fighting on the way up

Lost a couple partners, now I’m just past ten

And one of them going in he might catch a L or

Get a one to ten, I’m just tryna reel him in

Keep him safe from this jungle

But it’s hard to keep these apes out the rumble, I was tryna make amends

Stack a couple ends

Cause there’s no ends to this life that we live so I’m on my Jet ish

Shout to Curren$y, a nigga straight respect it

Just enjoy this life, fall in love, lay back and enjoy your wife

And think twice before you throw the dice

Think twice before you throw the dice

Think twice before you throw the dice

[Hook x4]

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Uh, heavy is the wrist that carries the crown

My Rolex represents the work that I put down

I hustled hard for this

Getting it, riding ’round, soft top ’76

Become a legend in the south, nigga we the shit

Jet Life got yo bitch’s fingers hella sticky from the doobie twisting

Fool if you ain’t up on things

I know you seen me and Stalley exiting that plane

Jamaica living playa, I’m too high for you to aim at

Laid back, ordering some wings in my wave cap

Nigga, I live like my dead homeboy still here

Order a hundred bottles and sit ‘em by empty chairs

It’s just money, we hustling, we gon’ get more of it

I counted a hundred grand this morning

Them niggas gon’ hate and them hoes gon’ – you know

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3: Stalley]

Paint the perfect picture with the perfect scriptures

They call me the perfect enigma

These haters call me the example of a perfect stigma

But to be quite perfect, I ain’t perfect nigga

I mean I could be perfect wit’ ya

But I’d rather puff the swisher and listen to some Mister

Styrofoam, no glasses

Codeine poured thicker than molasses, I’m leaning when I’m blowed

I’m just speaking what I know, they say I walk like a show

Motion picture, full feature

I’m numb to what’s going on, no emotions, hard to reach him

And I keep my circle small so I’m hard to leech from

And I’m living like Robin Leach, son

Lifestyles of the rich and famous, I ain’t leased one

All them Chevys mine and completely done

Rallies dualies and the T-tops when I need to see the sun

[Hook x4]

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