Steve Jobs - Big yaya Lyrics
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Silahkan disimak Steve Jobs - Big yaya Lyrics Berikut Dibawah ini untuk Selanjutnya.[intro]
(brrrrr)
(prada did it)
i made my trap phone hot for some new ice, ou (brr)
(ryan, what took you so long?)
i got my trap phone hot for some new ice, ou (brr)
i got my trap phone hot for some new ice, uh (brr)
[hook]
i got my trap phone hot for some new ice, hah
i’m thinking bigger climbing for some new heights, hah
used to get grammy a gram for some new nikes
keep a strap on me, i shoot dikes, i shoot opps, i don’t shoot dice (noo!)
keep a nine, just like my shoe size
them hollow tips bring out suit and ties
i don’t make a mil
if i don’t make a mil, i’ma committ suicide
drop the matta or leave, you decide
i used to call my fiend when i needed a ride
all this christian i still need god
said he a demon, made him meet god
[verse]
i speed to the money, you jog
how he dead, and we still grinch with steve jobs, huh (like how)
my life got rough, i turned the soft to the hard, huh (i did)
my african here, everybody hide your card, huh (hide them sh*ts)
i took all the wock out the city, now i gotta drive far (nyoom)
know an opp wanted smoke, now his ass in a jar, huh (grruh, grruh, grruh, grruh)
blood, tears, sweat, so my n*ggas got scars (for real)
so my n*ggas got years
the grinch too greedy, they say i don’t share
i treat the wock like beer
everybody got a sad story, dont care (i don’t)
say my name three times for the money, i appear
it makes cents, i’m there
how i grinch on a n*gga, and i ain’t even there
i’m right here (i’m in the booth)
on the road to riches
ten milli, i’m there
(skrrt skrrt) (skrrt, skrrt)
(uh)
[hook]
i got my trap phone hot for some new ice, hah
i’m thinking bigger climbing for some new heights, hah
used to get grammy a gram for some new nikes
keep a strap on me, i shoot dikes, i shoot opps, i don’t shoot dice (noo!)
keep a nine, just like my shoe size
them hollow tips bring out suit and ties
i don’t make a mil
if i don’t make a mil, i’ma committ suicide
drop the matta or leave, you decide
i used to call my fiend when i needed a ride
all this christian i still need god
said he a demon, made him meet god
[outro]
(i got my trap phone hot for some new ice, hah)
(i’m thinking bigger climbing for some new heights, hah)
(used to get grammy a gram for some new nikes)
(keep a strap on me, i shoot dikes, i shoot opps, i don’t shoot dice)
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