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TAKIN' SHOTS (feat. Bobby Shmurda)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vasilis Bourikas
Vasilis Bourikas
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Ben Varlamos
Ben Varlamos
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Ackquille Pollard
Ackquille Pollard
Songwriter
DJ Flippp
DJ Flippp
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Lyrics

Jump out the Rari Leave the Rave Yo Like it's a scapegoat Jump out the Rari Leave the Rave Yo Like it's a scapegoat Jump out the Rari Leave the Rave Girl Like it's a scapegoat Been gettin money Since the Day, Hoe So what you hatin for Too many niggas On my trade tho You gotta pray for em And there be bitches Who wanna taste And I got the aid for em And they come round here And they ain't know we pourin shots And they come round here And they ain't know we pour it out Out the window, bitch we pourin' Window, bitch we pourin' shots Gucci το παπούτσι Rayban το Γυαλί Όλοι με ρωτάνε Βασίλη μου γιατί Γιατί εισαι τόσο fresh Γιατί εισαι τόσο ωραίος Εγώ σαν το Bobby Στη πόλη μου σπουδαίος Τόσο Fly Τόσο Fresh Τόσο better than the Rest Whippin Beamers Τώρα Raris Trappin with my grigga bobby Από Τορόντο Νέα Υόρκη Φέραμε τη φάση μας Ευρώπη Reppin Greece on the Map With the Flag on my Back eyyy Pourin Ouzo Pourin Henny Pourin Metaxa Αν δεν θές beef Don't mess με το ξα Cuz Cuzin Bobby out here talkin takin shots Και δεν νομίζω να εννοεί σφηνάκια on the rocks Τόση ζήλεια, τόσους haterz, με κάτι για να πουν Μα δεν το κρύβουν καν, με ακολουθούν But that's the price you pay For bein numba one Golden Feta, Bobby Shmurda We ain't on the run We trapping twenty-four-seven so what you waiting for She want Chanel and that Dior want me to pay it for her We mind our business you fuck with it then we get involved I said we getting money here so what you Hating for We trapping twenty-four-seven so what you waiting for She want Chanel and that Dior Want me to pay it for her We mind our business you fuck with it Then we get involved Before I begin Please let me introduce you to the heir It's the young Greek prince Make you take a second stare We some fly motherfuckers Make you bitches take the stairs You behind us in the dust like you getting buried there Hope you sleeping on us fine You still dreaming of the life Getting money is a sport I'm trynna' ball like all the time Okay the booths on fire Somebody pass the lighter This loud is a crescendo I'm getting soprano higher With my Aegean brothers Competition I don't see another Different notes Different figures And those different numbers All these hating motherfuckers I don't listen to them Αν δεν ξέρεις ποιος είμαι Είναι TX motherfucker
Writer(s): Ackquille Pollard, Ben Varlamos, Dj Flippp, Vasilis Bourikas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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