โหลดเพลง mp3 Last Night In LA - Krept & Konan

Last Night In LA(Konan Freestyle) - Krept & Konan
Lyrics by：Karl Wilson/Fateh Mohammed Aminur Rahman
Composed by：Karl Wilson/Fateh Mohammed Aminur Rahman
I've come a long way from flipping an ounce ounce
Money hid in the couch couch
Got your chick in the house
With my dick in her mouth mouth
I'll bet you're listening now now now
Police sniffing around
'Cause I'm big in the north north
And I'm big in the south south

Bring my tour to your town make you sit in the crowd
My pockets filled up with pounds
Just like my business account
'Cause I grind like I'm broke flight
To the show
Done about five in a row mind on my dough
But I still slide in your h*e
Like I didn't know
You can get it right off the boat right from my phone
Let me just type in a code life on the road
Go ahead try it if you want
I bet you won't
And I've got a knife in my coat
I hide on the low
Round here it's do or you die die
If you don't
And they talk like they're here
But they're never in the bits
We've got it locked from the 7 to the 6
I know I shouldn't be telling you this s**t
I know you're friends but it's better when you kiss
So f**k all the talk get straight to the action
Party in the 6 and I'm drunk in a mansion
Canadian girl said she loving my accent
I left with your girl but I came with the mandem
I go to shows from coast to coast
In Novikov propose a toast
I'm known to win I go for gold
She home alone she phone my phone
I'm like her drug she overdose
They know the ends they know I'm road
They know I'm street they know the code
My head's hot my shoulders cold
I roll with Muj smoke the doj'
Big spliff roll the roach
Slick rick koney kones
Tick tick Roley's gold
DSTRKT loads of hoes
Mixed with gold Patrón
Big tits show me those
Quick dick drove her home
Biscuits toblerone
Flip bricks no you don't
Big whips no you're broke
Click click holy ghost
Switch kicks throw my clothes
No
Calling my name that's a real risk
I've thought about it and I'm still pissed
'Cause I don't care if you're new or a legend
You saw what happened to Will Smith
I'm the wrong one to start off
All they've sold is a half oz
Now everybody thinks they're Escobar
Looked at my DJ like nah 'cos
They're taking this ting too far 'cos
They want the throne but it's ours 'cos
If they want we can swing it out
Just know I've got the ting parked off
You're talking tough but you need to stop
You don't put in work you need a job
Look I ain't even been on breakfast club
But they envy when they see the God oh
Can't talk to me talk to my PR
These dickheads think that they're cowboys
Till they end up in the ER
Summertime in my fur coat
7 sides on these dirt roads
We went from having scraps to 9s
While my big bros went down the church roads
Jesus Jesus Jesus christ
Went from a road yout to a rock star
Rock star rock star
Got bread now I get pop-tarts pop-tarts
The ends is f**ked and they blame us for it
So you know what
I made a foundation to make up for it
F**k off f**k off f**k off f**k off
I know that s**t just went over
Your head as well man
It always does man
I don't wanna hear
These n***as talking about bars anymore man
It's f**king embarrassing f**king draw-out
You know who runs this s**t man come on G
Play look out for the boy golden boy muj
Dirty Tally I see you my bro come on G
Play dirty every time that's all I think about
Think about
Oi Misch lock that off man I'm finished
Yeah eh so Konan when are you gonna come back to Canada
From the 7 to the 6 baby 6 baby come on G
Come on G