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• Artiste: Jordan Thomas
• Titre: Black Visa
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Drop it down, get it low Do it dirty, on the floor Start screaming for more Beat I can't ignore Bombs and guns Money in the hundreds SUV, doin' runs All these bitches is my sons! STFU and give me brain That just the food chain This is off the chizzle for sizzle Gettin' head in rentals Avoiding the parentals Making lots of money, see? I pay in cash, no credit, G 'Cause my shit's black Visa Left eye out, Lisa Chuck my deuces up, peace sir Black, black, black Visa Can I keep her? Pet so good, make you purr Ice so big, make you go burr Just don't be tippin' it 'Less you on the wall, sippin' it I'm on it like meow when I nippin' it When I'm on the streets I'm pimpin' it Cause my girls work hard Soon as you scan that charge card Illegal shit like I dealin' in the yard My shit's stupid, my shit's retarded You like it against the wall? Well, let's do it in the hall On the ground, let's crawl You got my digits, just give me a call It's like I got money and hoes All over the globe, different area codes I mean, I hit it then I quit it 'Cause shit's lame if we're talking 'bout commitment I walk down the block, and I get what I want Bling everywhere, I don't even gotta flaunt Chuck two fingers up, later Drop a sixteen, no, an eighteen My shit winning like Charlie Sheen All I fuckin' care about is the green While you're like, “dressed all in white, I'm real clean!” Bars so cool, make you go burr My shit's fucking polar Fucking crazy, Bipolar! Hack you up, put you in a cooler! I'll be sippin' on drinks by the pooler When she on stage, they just boo her That why I had to get a new producer See? I got zoned, cruised, then I got blazey I recorded that shit while I was hazey And her shit was just lazey Can't even sing unless it's nasally Her shit is trite, don't even faze me My shit's asylum bound, fucking crazy Deuces, deuces I throw up my deuces Deuces, deuces Enough of your excuses Deuces, deuces Don't even try, it's useless And I had enough of your censorship Tryna get me bodied, tryna get me to say shit Well, maybe you're just jealous that my shit hit I'm like Tyson, I can't fucking miss If I gotta be honest your shit was a miss So c'mere, gimme a goodbye kiss 'Cause Imma to give you the boot Imma throw two fingers up, cause I'm just that cute