Hair Salon歌词
作词 : Cody Osagie/Jeremy Nash
作曲 : Cody Osagie/Jeremy Nash
[Intro: DJ Drama & G Perico]
From the barbershops to the hair salons (Yeah)
My name stay on your head
I'ma catch hypothermia dawg
Let that sink in
Hahaha, suckers
[Verse 1: G Perico]
Read the headlines, bitch ass nigga it's bedtime
My nigga fresh home, he on swole from doin' that fed time
Got the big ol' BG from my stomach to my chest
Bought my bitch some brand new silicone, double D, big breast
Seen the price around my neck, go and lie for my respect
Ain't a life that I won't spare, they goin' wild about my hair
She in her feelings, I don't care, I'm a player (So what bitch?)
Why thesе marks talkin' down on a gangster? (Punk ass nigga)
I seen them blue lights, thought about my two strikеs (****)
Jumped out and run, 'cause I can't do life (Hahaha)
Lil' voice in my head sayin' "Kill 'em" (Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em)
Lil' voice in my head demandin' millions (Money, money, money)
[Chorus: G Perico]
6 AM I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dawgs
On this mic I don't say shit that's false
Sheets, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons across the country talkin' about me
[Verse 2: Cozz]
Ayy, when you talk about me, talk about top three
Ayy, I tell no lies, on and off of that beat
Ayy, my niggas yell "Cuz", but your mama ain't my auntie
Ayy, some my niggas yell "Blood", but for all my niggas I bleed
Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta
I need to go vegan, I gotta get bread up
**** that lil' nigga, I'm stackin' my niggas
Don't meet random bitches it might be a setup
Real niggas don't fall for the get-up
I get up early, your bitch make the bed up
Even if I let her beef, and if you let us
Don't give a **** if I was keto-dietin'
Give us a reason, my people is riotin'
I try to keep peace, but they tryin' it
Must be a lease, 'cause we is not buyin' it
I'm talkin' 'bout all of that shit you been sellin'
You niggas put gas in a Tesla
**** all that talkin' 'bout who you think next up
Four fingers, bought a West &
Six, five, T-8 street, yeah, nigga, right off of Weston
Real Hunger Games in my section be the hungriest
A nigga hunger off some boney shit
Cody Macc on that lonely shit
In my own lane, movin' forty-six
Takin' my time, movin' at my own pace
Yeah, nigga I'm in my own race, bitch
[Chorus: G Perico]
6 AM I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dawgs
On this mic I don't say shit that's false
Sheets, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons across the country talkin' about m
[Verse 3: REASON]
Yeah, look, REASON speakin', so your girl is movin'
Wait, pussy killer, I deserve the rumors
Lived through my pain and put my verses through it
And put the words into it
Look at this top shit
If there's hoes in it, I goes in it, for sure wit it
Pussy cold, I done froze in it
Tell her "Bring a friend, we can both get it", wait
Came up Eastside nigga
All those texts, I don't respond, nigga
Pull a bad bitch in a Nissan, nigga
We get to arguin' off lips shit
Like Eastside, I'm too high, three high
I smoke, she drive, livin' like I got three lives
****in' like I got three wives
My eyes, swear they be recline
I like my women in whips form, all of my whores be V sign
Let's rewind, it's pressure baby shit
She next to a cold nigga, her soul liftin'
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only **** gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose hitters
Scream out to the neighbors
Be the women that got her a nigga
'Cause miss it one time, it might all be taken
Money I'm chasin', race
[Chorus: G Perico]
6 AM I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dawgs
On this mic I don't say shit that's false
Sheets, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons across the country talkin' about m
作曲 : Cody Osagie/Jeremy Nash
[Intro: DJ Drama & G Perico]
From the barbershops to the hair salons (Yeah)
My name stay on your head
I'ma catch hypothermia dawg
Let that sink in
Hahaha, suckers
[Verse 1: G Perico]
Read the headlines, bitch ass nigga it's bedtime
My nigga fresh home, he on swole from doin' that fed time
Got the big ol' BG from my stomach to my chest
Bought my bitch some brand new silicone, double D, big breast
Seen the price around my neck, go and lie for my respect
Ain't a life that I won't spare, they goin' wild about my hair
She in her feelings, I don't care, I'm a player (So what bitch?)
Why thesе marks talkin' down on a gangster? (Punk ass nigga)
I seen them blue lights, thought about my two strikеs (****)
Jumped out and run, 'cause I can't do life (Hahaha)
Lil' voice in my head sayin' "Kill 'em" (Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em)
Lil' voice in my head demandin' millions (Money, money, money)
[Chorus: G Perico]
6 AM I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dawgs
On this mic I don't say shit that's false
Sheets, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons across the country talkin' about me
[Verse 2: Cozz]
Ayy, when you talk about me, talk about top three
Ayy, I tell no lies, on and off of that beat
Ayy, my niggas yell "Cuz", but your mama ain't my auntie
Ayy, some my niggas yell "Blood", but for all my niggas I bleed
Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta
I need to go vegan, I gotta get bread up
**** that lil' nigga, I'm stackin' my niggas
Don't meet random bitches it might be a setup
Real niggas don't fall for the get-up
I get up early, your bitch make the bed up
Even if I let her beef, and if you let us
Don't give a **** if I was keto-dietin'
Give us a reason, my people is riotin'
I try to keep peace, but they tryin' it
Must be a lease, 'cause we is not buyin' it
I'm talkin' 'bout all of that shit you been sellin'
You niggas put gas in a Tesla
**** all that talkin' 'bout who you think next up
Four fingers, bought a West &
Six, five, T-8 street, yeah, nigga, right off of Weston
Real Hunger Games in my section be the hungriest
A nigga hunger off some boney shit
Cody Macc on that lonely shit
In my own lane, movin' forty-six
Takin' my time, movin' at my own pace
Yeah, nigga I'm in my own race, bitch
[Chorus: G Perico]
6 AM I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dawgs
On this mic I don't say shit that's false
Sheets, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons across the country talkin' about m
[Verse 3: REASON]
Yeah, look, REASON speakin', so your girl is movin'
Wait, pussy killer, I deserve the rumors
Lived through my pain and put my verses through it
And put the words into it
Look at this top shit
If there's hoes in it, I goes in it, for sure wit it
Pussy cold, I done froze in it
Tell her "Bring a friend, we can both get it", wait
Came up Eastside nigga
All those texts, I don't respond, nigga
Pull a bad bitch in a Nissan, nigga
We get to arguin' off lips shit
Like Eastside, I'm too high, three high
I smoke, she drive, livin' like I got three lives
****in' like I got three wives
My eyes, swear they be recline
I like my women in whips form, all of my whores be V sign
Let's rewind, it's pressure baby shit
She next to a cold nigga, her soul liftin'
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only **** gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose hitters
Scream out to the neighbors
Be the women that got her a nigga
'Cause miss it one time, it might all be taken
Money I'm chasin', race
[Chorus: G Perico]
6 AM I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dawgs
On this mic I don't say shit that's false
Sheets, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons across the country talkin' about m
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