MiNt cHoCoLaTe (feat. Conway the Machine)
1999 WRITE THE FUTURE"MiNt cHoCoLaTe (feat. Conway the Machine)" là bài hát của 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, 2023, Pop. Thời lượng 3:14, 52 lines / 326 words.
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0:021,2
0:12Ay yo, ay yo
0:20My shooter hitting everything
0:22Rollin off the wet (ah)
0:24Stressing in that cell used to have to call collect
0:28Now tassels on the Celine leathers
0:30I’m on a jet
0:31I’m a land on the Rec
0:33Steal sly out that stretch
0:35320 a month
0:37Laps around the sun
0:38My shooter hummin ain’t no sunshine
0:41Loading up a drum (mmhmm)
0:42Everybody father
0:45Coke in agua (ah)
0:47Had to lay low
0:48I had a in Cheektowaga (ah)
0:50At minimum I had 50 soups in the locker (ah)
0:54Touch mine
0:55Stab you off adrenaline
0:57Proper
0:58I’m from the eastside of hell
1:00Where the devil dolce
1:02The Mac clip don’t stop
1:04Marni slippers all bozy
1:06In the law library you should’ve heard black told me
1:10Worthy pack ya up
1:11Pulled off in a rosey
1:13Thank GOD GOD chose me
1:15The baddest you ever seen
1:17Told her told her told the pony
1:19(Super fly guy)
1:35Look, look, ah
1:37Pirates vision kitchen wet
1:39I was whippin’ got my wrists is like
1:42I won the strongest man competition
1:44Send the roadie on the slider mission
1:47All my oppositions they talk to talk but they was not convincing
1:5030 shots of ransom
1:52Just looked at my account and more direct deposits hit it
1:55Got my richest still in my prime but I just had the optimistic
1:59I had some setbacks, but I remained optimistic
2:03I'm out the trenches, hot pockets, mystics
2:06Now it's lobster dishes (talk to ‘em)
2:07I nobody and these beats is what you know me for
2:10All gold, crazy, but I got minds out the rolly store
2:18too strong, why you think they always OD for (woo)
2:22I gave 'em a style, gave 'em a lane, that's what they owe me for (ah)
2:25Put some homies on and gratitude, they ain't show me at all
2:30Celine tote for my bra, Margiela coat and a fox
2:34Scatter brain, open the jar, y 'all know who to go
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1,2 Ay yo, ay yo My shooter hitting everything Rollin off the wet (ah) Stressing in that cell used to have to call collect Now tassels on the Celine leathers I’m on a jet I’m a land on the Rec Steal sly out that stretch 320 a month Laps around the sun My shooter hummin ain’t no sunshine Loading up a drum (mmhmm) Everybody father Coke in agua (ah) Had to lay low I had a in Cheektowaga (ah) At minimum I had 50 soups in the locker (ah) Touch mine Stab you off adrenaline Proper I’m from the eastside of hell Where the devil dolce The Mac clip don’t stop Marni slippers all bozy In the law library you should’ve heard black told me Worthy pack ya up Pulled off in a rosey Thank GOD GOD chose me The baddest you ever seen Told her told her told the pony (Super fly guy) Look, look, ah Pirates vision kitchen wet I was whippin’ got my wrists is like I won the strongest man competition Send the roadie on the slider mission All my oppositions they talk to talk but they was not convincing 30 shots of ransom Just looked at my account and more direct deposits hit it Got my richest still in my prime but I just had the optimistic I had some setbacks, but I remained optimistic I'm out the trenches, hot pockets, mystics Now it's lobster dishes (talk to ‘em) I nobody and these beats is what you know me for All gold, crazy, but I got minds out the rolly store too strong, why you think they always OD for (woo) I gave 'em a style, gave 'em a lane, that's what they owe me for (ah) Put some homies on and gratitude, they ain't show me at all Celine tote for my bra, Margiela coat and a fox Scatter brain, open the jar, y 'all know who to go 版权声明：未经著作权人书面许可，任何人不得以任何方式使用（包括翻唱、翻录等）
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