Free Kelly Rowland (feat. Armand Hammer) 가사

Berlin city where I saw the finer things Candy lip, I swear she taste like tangerine Throw a rack on, baby, wrist so she the ting Broke ass nigga, but I got Versace dreams, does it lean I hit a lit bruh, I can’t afford ya Why we afraid, love, they don’t believe ya When I was sidelined, no one believed me But now I got posters, lil baby, neck gleaming That aint a snack, lil baby, a meal I rent out the lear, would take you a year See, I'm in Berlin, and I'm sitting sideways Don’t you come up out the crib if you ain't strange, babe You gon’ miss the wave, babe Yah babe, yah babe You don't leave the crib, you’ll miss the strange wave That’s what I think, babe Broke ass nigga, but I got Versace dreams I got the billie here in my jeans I hit the button for wetter things Put that on seven, I still believe Draped in Versace, I'm kerosine Put that on clapton, my niggas cream Cash rule the world so I gotta beam Ultra light mommy from medellin They call me chapo, I got the beans Jetton’ stateside for the kickback Meet ya daddy, momma, cousin, all that Make a quick pit stop, get get my brick back Put that on my momma, we don’t slip back Don’t send your bitch to a God Buss it down right on my cross And if she don’t leave the crib She’ll miss the strange wave That’s what I think babe Broke ass nigga, but I got Versace dreams