Testo di Think About It di Guè e Freddie Gibbs, estratto dal mixtape Fastlife 5 Audio Luxury, prodotto da Cookin Soul.
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Check, check
Guè Pequeno
Ay, yo, think about your kids when you f*ck with me
Cosimo, Milano
B*tch, check, check, ah
You better think about yo’ kids, when you f*ckin’ with me
Ah, f*ck nigga, yea
Cookin Soul
Slam
Let me get back on my shit, I been drinkin’ and druggin excessively
Got her snortin’ the shit at the Beverly, f*ck is you tellin’ me?
I gotta get up and jump on the 8 a.m. flight, I been f*ckin’ all night
I can’t f*ck up the strategy
Lifestyles of the insane, let the s*it get the best of me
Devil be testin’ me, but the father keep blessin’ me
P*ssy shit ain’t in my pedigree, haters gon’ heckle me
Think they filled up with estrogen, I could just pull up they messages
Fool, you friendly as a box of puppies with a chopper to your dome
Make a fuck n*gga call up his kids, tell ‘em he ain’t never coming home
Dead beat, cook his soul, he was dead meat
European hoes, Game of Thrones
I should keep these bitches in the red keep
Went electric on the Benz Jeep, old school, got a 450
Baby mama she was trippin’ on a n*gga
Fashion week is every picture, man, I had some hoes with me
And some good grade A blow with me
Bought the stock box, crossed the globe with me
I can kill a n*gga when the show’s ending
But it’s funny you ain’t doin’ shows, n*gga
Cookin Soul, he was dead meat
Call his children up, I’ll turn his daddy to a dead beat
F*ckin’ European b*tches in the castle, keep a ho up at the red keep
F*ck nigga
Pimp shit
She smokin’ whole, throwin’ bows in the place to be
Yeah
She doin’ drugs with the thugs in the place to be
Siamo a ….. l’itamae prepara dei nigiri coi ricci
Ah ah, wow
Hittavo un’attrice di L.A. allo Chateau Martmont
Alla festa non sento la bocca, coca, ero diventato di marmo
Il collo era superghiacciato come se fosse un gennaio a Malmö, for real
Cento K sul mio palmo e, bitch, credici
Eravamo io e Marco e due colombiane ma in una barca da sedici
L’ho hittata in cabina prima che salpassimo e io ho fatto tredici
Abbiamo pagato quel conto da Nobu soltanto con guadagni illeciti
Scemo, ti mando in decifit
Aereo privato, Citation, ero con la campionessa olimpionica
Stavo in completo Brioni, la b*tch è bionica
Se una tipa non chiava con G, la tipa è lesbionica
Dopo due giorni di sexting
Prendi il mio amore su un prendisole di un Pershing
Yo, pensa che hai dei figli, no, don’t f*ck with me
Se abbassiamo i finestrini del mio truck, oh shit
Non vedo perché sposarmi, never trust a b*tch
Spendo a Shoreditch, bella Freddie Gibbs
Atterro a Tirana
Mi viene a prendere un Benz direttamente in pista
Levels
She smokin’ whole, throwin’ bows in the place to be
Yeah
She doin’ drugs with the thugs in the place to be
With the kill, on repeat
Pick it up, b*tch, yea
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