Marble Columns Songtext
von Curren$y & Harry Fraud feat. Larry June
Marble Columns Songtext
(La Música de Harry Fraud)
Yeah
Told the homegirl a few months ago (yeah, yeah)
When you kickin′ around them other niggas in the lab
And it take all long for them to make that shit up that's when they lyin′ (yeah, yeah)
If it don't come to you easy, it's not natural (yeah)
Eastside all mine
Jus′ like New York Time, yeah (yeah)
My Rolex plain
My bitch got everything creepin′ in the summer rain
Luggage racks on the Range
She left her last mane seekin' financial gain
She kept her last name, but took his wedding ring
That′s the sign, is you high or blind?
We'll know in due time
A twist of lemon lime in my water, that′ll do me fine
Slidin' downtown ′Rari, between the high rises
I probably buy one
The common areas got marble columns
She on the snow silent
She's spendin' dough wilin′, envious hoes watchin′
She flossin' more watches, she know they ain′t got 'em
Uh, she let them trace cop ′em
Come through, she'll pop ′em
Brought that sucker-ass nigga, she ain't have to rob 'em
She ain′t have to fuck ′em, but she still got 'em
(Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
It′s like a movie scene, back to back machines (uh)
Bitch Japanese, hoes come in threes
Drop the top on the Spider, we got a lot to see
Product of the dope game (uh), Smell the aroma from the keys (keys)
A outcall in the Florida Keys
Just for a overnight, she charged the nigga 20 G (numbers, uh)
This yellow stone cost a AMG
I play the key and push the GT to get from A to B
Life's a trip, the same hoes go choose when you got some chips (uh)
She fucking on the low, I let it go, ′cause I'm not a simp (uh)
I′m smoked out behind this limo tint (limo tint)
Thousand dollar lighter when I take a hit (uh)
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
Man (yeah)
Harry Fraud, uh
Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy (shh, shh, shh, hehehe)
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy (shh)
Smoke weed and don't post me in yo' pictures (man)
You can keep the secret with you always (numbers)
It′s like life, you just got to keep telling yourself, no matter how hot it gets
Sooner or later there′s a cool breeze coming in
Should I write that down?
What took you so long?
Hi, I'm Callie
I′ll give you a drink if you'll tell me your name
Yeah
Told the homegirl a few months ago (yeah, yeah)
When you kickin′ around them other niggas in the lab
And it take all long for them to make that shit up that's when they lyin′ (yeah, yeah)
If it don't come to you easy, it's not natural (yeah)
Eastside all mine
Jus′ like New York Time, yeah (yeah)
My Rolex plain
My bitch got everything creepin′ in the summer rain
Luggage racks on the Range
She left her last mane seekin' financial gain
She kept her last name, but took his wedding ring
That′s the sign, is you high or blind?
We'll know in due time
A twist of lemon lime in my water, that′ll do me fine
Slidin' downtown ′Rari, between the high rises
I probably buy one
The common areas got marble columns
She on the snow silent
She's spendin' dough wilin′, envious hoes watchin′
She flossin' more watches, she know they ain′t got 'em
Uh, she let them trace cop ′em
Come through, she'll pop ′em
Brought that sucker-ass nigga, she ain't have to rob 'em
She ain′t have to fuck ′em, but she still got 'em
(Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
It′s like a movie scene, back to back machines (uh)
Bitch Japanese, hoes come in threes
Drop the top on the Spider, we got a lot to see
Product of the dope game (uh), Smell the aroma from the keys (keys)
A outcall in the Florida Keys
Just for a overnight, she charged the nigga 20 G (numbers, uh)
This yellow stone cost a AMG
I play the key and push the GT to get from A to B
Life's a trip, the same hoes go choose when you got some chips (uh)
She fucking on the low, I let it go, ′cause I'm not a simp (uh)
I′m smoked out behind this limo tint (limo tint)
Thousand dollar lighter when I take a hit (uh)
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
Man (yeah)
Harry Fraud, uh
Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy (shh, shh, shh, hehehe)
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy (shh)
Smoke weed and don't post me in yo' pictures (man)
You can keep the secret with you always (numbers)
It′s like life, you just got to keep telling yourself, no matter how hot it gets
Sooner or later there′s a cool breeze coming in
Should I write that down?
What took you so long?
Hi, I'm Callie
I′ll give you a drink if you'll tell me your name
Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin, Larry Eugene Hendricks Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
