Black Pinot
Action Bronson, Daringer, Meyhem Lauren
Yo, free Dave 118, free Ray TCM
Free my niggas doing bullets
Free my niggas doing ten
Sipping black pinot made by a
Lady with a missing limb
We overeating while you
Motherfuckers getting thin
I'm outside looking flyer than a homerun
My right hand, that's the shooter
He's a known gun
My left hand's my right hand
'cause I'm a southpaw
Disrespecting shit that I run
In your house for people fuck up
They say you changing if
You don't forgive 'em
I just forget 'em 'cause we
Moving at a different rhythm
Absorbing wisdom from the Socrates prism
As I breathe through the acropolis
My life is never profitless
Shaving trufflеs on the ziti
Carlo Pazolini iced out the Nеfertiti
Like shorties thick but petite
They got the little feet
Nobody wants your fucking bitch
She's like the middle seat
Sipping on the vino
Time to crack the black pinot
That's how I move nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' smooth nigga
Catch me on vacay holding the AK
Catch me on vacay holding the AK
Yo, the fifties look just like
Some bagged up veneers
We had to run, my niggas bagged up for years
If you was deep in the game
We was really the same
Get the whip, hit the strip
Blast Billy and Fame
I swear to God that was my daily routine
Dominican with cuisine
Morir Suñando 117 in Jamaica
Pollo guisado rice and beans and
Then we get the paper
All my niggas had a Breitling and a Cuban
I still rock the same shit
Now but keep it moving
Advancing looking handsome cream Fila
My whole frame covered with lamb skin
Back in '98 we used to
Rock Vans and diamonds dancing
My wrist does the mashed potato
Bag up zips, we take trips to Tobago
Move the fuego, circulate, then we lay low
Dedicated to my niggas moving yayo
Sipping on the Vino
Time to crack the black pinot
That's how I move nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' smooth nigga
Catch me on vacay holding the AK (It's me)
Catch me on vacay holding the AK
My shorty keep the gat in
The Baby Phat jacket
Driving down the strip in an Audi backwards
I do my own stunts
Hanging from the chapel with no fuss
Sword down my leg
Always ready for the close up
Damn, a motherfucker done rose up
I throw the part in my hair like Moses
Big jewels, remote controllers
My whole damn life there's no controllin' 'em
Italian sportscars looking like soccer stars
The new moon means a new me
I see fragments in the mirror
That's just my reflection when I
Hop out the Carrera smelling like jungle
Gold VVS's, deep dishes doing kung-fu
If cop come I turn to Johnny Mumbles, shit
Written by: ARIYAN ARSLANI, David Paul Cordova, Randy Jay NichollsLyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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