- 1982 (Prod. Metro Boomin & DJ Spinz) 歌詞 Metro Boomin
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- Metro Boomin 1982 (Prod. Metro Boomin & DJ Spinz) 歌詞
- Metro Boomin
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[Hook]
I made somethin outta nothing, I didnt have nothing to lose
I came up in the struggle, I had holes all in my shoes
Now my price so cheap that people think my connect from Peru
And my **** so ****in good, you can put 4 on a 2
So your deuce turned to six, so an extra four for you
Its so clean, a Junkys dream, she thinks its 1982
Jesus pull up, I pull up, then we pop trunks and switcharoo
Got that Tec-9 with the coo
And it might knock you out your shoes, Gucci
[Verse 1]
Back to the wall, back to the mall
Wednesday night, Im back to Kamals
Bussin a blunt so Im breaking the law
Run up on me and Im breaking ya jaw
Flippin the raw, choppin the car
Put my red bottles on top of the bar
Im dropping my top and she dropping her top
Let my roof back and she took off her bra
I raised these *****s like I was they pa
Give me respect like Im ****in ya ma
Brick Squad Records, you know who we are
Check it, respect it or take me to war
Slap you, dare you to take me to court
Take it in blood but I aint takin it short
Aint gettin paid then what is the point?
If you want mo then come **** with ya boy
Million in cash, in back of the truck
Take your goons, your **** in the dust
Your hitman be whackin for us
Got headless bodies in back of the bus
I talk big **** but Im backin it up
You stakin and trappin, aint trappin for us?
Think you got us well Ill cut off your **** and I run them through your body in back of the blood
[Hook]
I made somethin outta nothing , I didnt have nothing to lose
I came up in the struggle, I had holes all in my shoes
Now my price so cheap that people think my connect from Peru
And my **** so * ***in good, you can put 4 on a 2
So your deuce turned to six, so an extra four for you
Its so clean, a Junkys dream, she thinks its 1982
Jesus pull up , I pull up, then we pop trunks and switcharoo
Got that Tec-9 with the coo
And it might knock you out your shoes, Gucci
[Verse 2]
Im in Sun Valley in a dark alley
Tryna keep balance in my New Balance
Competitions aint no challenge, fourteen and Im so managed
My migo friend but cant speak Spanish
Pressure on but I dont panic
Goin H.A.M like a ham sandwich
Be calm, I know how to handle it
I vanish in a Vanquish, 50 thousand on these Sam Smiths
Hunnid grand in my pants, countin moneys romantic
Keep a hunnid, cant handle it, they charge 10 dollars for dances
So I make her dance till her legs cramp and the ***** said she cant stand me
Theres so many fake ***es, **** it, Imma just smash it
I cant tell if its fake a or real no more, I think I need glasses
Anti-social, Imma smoker, so I roll one and dont pass it
Call me Big Unc when you see me causeI used to give **** to your daddy
[Hook]
I made somethin outta nothing, I didnt have nothing to lose
I came up in the struggle, I had holes all in my shoes
Now my price so cheap that people think my connect from Peru
And my **** so ****in good, you can put 4 on a 2
So your deuce turned to six, so an extra four for you
Its so clean, a Junkys dream, she thinks its 1982
Jesus pull up, I pull up, then we pop trunks and switcharoo
Got that Tec-9 with the coo
And it might knock you out your shoes, Gucci
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