"LiGhT rAiLs *ੈ✩‧₊˚" lyrics
1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Rick Ross & Rich Brian Lyrics
You're now listening to 1999
Keep it lo-fi
Yeah, ay
Apparently they tried to get him out the picture
Pheromones are back, been gone too many winters
Courthouses full of people pointin' fingers
Little did they know
It's gon' take more than that to bury me
Killin Bills, feelin' like I'm Tarantin'
We against defeat, that's not our fantasy
Lil' hoe aye, yeah, aye
Aw
Bottles on bottles I'm talkin' le labo
I speak to the mic and the paper gon' follow
You might've misheard me if you think I'm lettin' you fuck with the (Fuck with the)
Fuck with the journey
If anything I'm puttin' you on a jersey
I fucked with a freak from Berlin, she a nine out of ten
But I'd prolly not do it again
Yeah, I hate fallin' out with a bitch
I hate pillow talkin' to bitches, you ridin' this dick but you don't have no interests
They movin' like ramen noodles way the heat turnin' all of 'em soft in an instant
That fame was my bitch for a sec but I'm over her, now we maintaining a distance, uh
You have arrived at Cupertino station
Doors are opening
Ricky Ravioli
It's the biggest boss, baby
It's the biggest baby, yes!
Let's go
Top down, my smoke thick
Free throws, I don't miss
White tees, my hat back
My bitch bad, I love this
I run past that fuck shit
That small talk some fuck shit
Rich nigga, my forecast
Anything else is suspect
Boss
Laid back, let's roll up (Boss)
Smoke good, my nose up
Boss
Roscoe's, I'm iced out
Them niggas know my polar
Woo
Check this out, so hold up
Jada Pinkett done sold dust
Hold up
Double M, we on one
Right back with the Cold Crush
I been rich, do research
Run it
Top down on three perks
Run it
South Beach, I moonlight
Niggas know what I move like
And she know what my mood like
Luc Belaire, it's a smooth night
Woo
Dark room, I'm iced out
Iced out
Sunrise, it's lights out
Biggest
Maybach Music
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la (It's 1999)
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la...
Keep it lo-fi
Yeah, ay
Apparently they tried to get him out the picture
Pheromones are back, been gone too many winters
Courthouses full of people pointin' fingers
Little did they know
It's gon' take more than that to bury me
Killin Bills, feelin' like I'm Tarantin'
We against defeat, that's not our fantasy
Lil' hoe aye, yeah, aye
Aw
Bottles on bottles I'm talkin' le labo
I speak to the mic and the paper gon' follow
You might've misheard me if you think I'm lettin' you fuck with the (Fuck with the)
Fuck with the journey
If anything I'm puttin' you on a jersey
I fucked with a freak from Berlin, she a nine out of ten
But I'd prolly not do it again
Yeah, I hate fallin' out with a bitch
I hate pillow talkin' to bitches, you ridin' this dick but you don't have no interests
They movin' like ramen noodles way the heat turnin' all of 'em soft in an instant
That fame was my bitch for a sec but I'm over her, now we maintaining a distance, uh
You have arrived at Cupertino station
Doors are opening
Ricky Ravioli
It's the biggest boss, baby
It's the biggest baby, yes!
Let's go
Top down, my smoke thick
Free throws, I don't miss
White tees, my hat back
My bitch bad, I love this
I run past that fuck shit
That small talk some fuck shit
Rich nigga, my forecast
Anything else is suspect
Boss
Laid back, let's roll up (Boss)
Smoke good, my nose up
Boss
Roscoe's, I'm iced out
Them niggas know my polar
Woo
Check this out, so hold up
Jada Pinkett done sold dust
Hold up
Double M, we on one
Right back with the Cold Crush
I been rich, do research
Run it
Top down on three perks
Run it
South Beach, I moonlight
Niggas know what I move like
And she know what my mood like
Luc Belaire, it's a smooth night
Woo
Dark room, I'm iced out
Iced out
Sunrise, it's lights out
Biggest
Maybach Music
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la (It's 1999)
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la...
