Baggage Claim-Jim Jones/Sen City

歌手 : Jim Jones / Sen City

专辑 : Capo

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:13

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TXT Baggage Claim-Jim Jones/Sen City 文本歌词

Feels I've been gone for way too long

Meet me at the baggage claim I'm phone

Wit some s**t on the mine to carry on

And I can tell you if she look right

I can tell you if the s**t cooked right

And I can tell you what a bedroom look like

Every time we are out b***h we're gonna have a good night

And I'ma just havin a leor vision

Hustle in the cold with the hog hidin'

Try to pitch my hands

Frost bittin'

Look at this now my wrist and hands frost bitin'

We used the bodies like a mortician

Get caught don't speak like autism

Look dat up

N***a hear the Porsche rippin'

Ain't race a bike since arty had lost his vision

Can't approach life with more precision

At this point I done walked away from four collision

5 Rays ducked about 40 shots in the hood where they smoke dust and murder cops

They say I am rapping like am pissed off

Well then u ask'em what a brick cost

He said 30 is the new 20

For the birdies

And that only if u by a few 20's

And I'm just worried bout this new Beny

How much that cost

The Dealer Said like 220

Over beef u know my sleep I don't lose any

Since feather friends with the blue penny's

Plastic cups grand cru henny

On the corners where we shut dice

F**k n***as still talkin beat the deuce

Blacks stones but they cook white

And in the morning gotta book flights

Feels I've been gone for way too long

Meet me at the baggage claim I'm phone

Wit some s**t on the mine to carry on

And I can tell you if she look right

I can tell you if the s**t cooked right

And I can tell you what a bedroom look like

Every time we are out b***h we're gonna have a good night

And I ain't nothing but a Harlem n***a

I sell d**gs man I never was a robber n***a

We use dat as the last resort

And I blow through stack at the last resort

South tower n***a pools in the suit

Blowin' out sour jewels lookin' sweet

I'm on my 25th hour dawg I'm loosi'n sleep

Graveyard hours tryin' scoop a freak

We hit the town like we that s**t

And you could call me Chris Brown 'cause I beat yo b***h

And chow down ma eat the d**k

She had bad table manners I ain't leave her tip

Call my connect Sidney Portya

'Cause n***as sever kidney and the raws ya

Come up short be and organ donor

It was love at first site when I saw the corner

I heard rev got shot I hope my prays meet'em

Until shooters let the f**kin' fan eat'em

Until these muthaf**kin flairs heat'em

Until bullets in the f**kin' air meet'em

I'm hopin out the layer to greet'em

Word Word

Feels I've been gone for way too long

Meet me at the baggage claim I'm phone

Wit some s**t on the mine to carry on

And I can tell you if she look right

I can tell you if the s**t cooked right

And I can tell you what a bedroom look like

Every time we are out b***h we're gonna have a good night