Ransom & Rome Streetz

Kiss The Ring
Ayo By now it's evident, I got the glow Already been said, these niggas not as dope This Heroin's a hot shot, death inside a brolic dose Prada clothes I copped from making the product adiós Narcotic on your audio Fuck all of you I been cakin' off from making lawless moves Took my hustle from the scale to the stage, now I'm payed just to talk to you If we ain't on the same page, then this could leave you all confused Only light I'm givin' is if I'm pulling the torch on you Been self employed, servin' cutties is my line of work They line up for work, chop it down, sniff a line of work When they tastе mine, it's like your line don't work Thеse lames thought they was first in line but they wasn't Now look how timin' work Fashion Rebel over on the textile Better protect your neck, I roll with kids that pull Tecs for your Patek Dial The rep foul, my belt reptile, Fear of God the hat Keep a tourist that hold twelve rounds, like a boxing match You goofy niggas lackin', take notes, sit back and watch the mack Fuck the game up like pullin' the cord out the TV back Like Thanos, everybody die when you see me snap Thousand yard stare in my eye, what you believe in, scrap? Heaven or Hell, only the best will prevail I came a long way from stressed in the cell, now we propserin' SongtexteShut the fuck up if your convo' ain't 'bout no profitin' You niggas profferin' to the pigs for lower offerings Give fucks who you are, shoot the crown right off the king Fuck you thought? I got whores bowing, kissin' on the ring I sign they titties and they CDs They wanna fuck, but they man a fan and they lil brother wanna be me It's crazy, nowadays you can see a death on the TV, that's why I shoot you first, reload it and then I repeat Motherfucker Griselda by Fashion Rebels Aus Songtexte Mania