Sing For Me-Elijah Blake/Rick Ross/The Game

歌手 : Elijah Blake / Rick Ross / The Game

专辑 : Sing For Me (为我而歌唱)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:45

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TXT Sing For Me-Elijah Blake/Rick Ross/The Game 文本歌词

Sing For Me (feat. Rick Ross & Game) - Elijah Blake

She took a gamble with your boy

Now it's Taylor made, toy birches awards

Staying out late copping steaks with your boy

First class, duffle bags, count cake with your boy

All I did was sport a new Mercedes with a spoiler

Took her from the hood, we jetted to Bora Bora

Swimming in salt water, spent a mill before the chorus

Ballin' out *****, why my net worth enormous

Tats on my chest, dead homies on my back

Run that hotel, pink house full of reps

Swag, two stacks for the belly boost

Name still ringing up and down these avenues

Dead girls like to go right for you

You ask me where my heart at

You should already know

Your girlfriend don't last till you everything first class

That's just what I be on

Flashing lights, all in my eyes

You're in my ear like the sweetest melody

I tell her sing for me, she just wanna sing for me

She ain't bout them love songs, she want that

Sing for me, she just want to sing for me

All up in my air, my air, my air

Keep it right there, right there, right there oh wow

When you leave coming right back

Tell you, he coming right back

Tell it like salt in your water

Independent making RX, god forbid if I need gold like that

That's what love is for

Flashing lights, all in my eyes

You're in my ear like the sweetest melody

So girl sing for me, girl sing for me

I tell her sing for me, she just wanna sing for me

She ain't bout them love songs, she want that

Sing for me, she just want to sing for me

All up in my air, my air, my air

Keep it right there, right there, right there oh wow

You know your boy off Ciroc

Throwing toys off the yacht

And your boy spit classic like beans throw up rock

And she ***** with the (boy) cause I have her like

I got the Frank Muller Rolexs

***** around Constantine in my old Lexus

Hugh blows in that AP, no Peterson

You ragging and we AD, no w**d again

So we going to see my SA home

Take a hit and feel like Cam'ron oh

And I got it from Luigi, that's my

His kush have you like

Now we back on the Westside, highway S5

Purple clouds, I can see Aaliyah and Left Eye

And my Benz trunk be like it's Best Buy

I tell her sing for me, she just wanna sing for me

She ain't bout them love songs, she want that

Sing for me, she just want to sing for me

All up in my air, my air, my air

Keep it right there, right there, right there oh wow