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Blade Brown – 12 Summers lyrics
[Verse 1]
I be chilling on Rodeo, courtesy of the yayo
Ask around, they'll tell you I'm on my J O
All my workers hit six figures
This is green Ace, take a sip nigga
And free my nigga West, that's a lit nigga
And free my niggas aiming for the hit nigga
You think I gotta pay for a hit nigga? (nah nigga)
My young boys be asking me like, 'which nigga? '
Apply the pressure till the brick broke
Throw that work up in the bowl and watch that brick soak
Don't mix the 10's wit the 20's, we don't mix notes
And I'm a real plug, I never leave my strip broke
Started on a peddle bike, tryna get my chedder right
Now its Maddison M White, Mcgregor fight!
Jacket on me like a zed of white
And all my niggas loyal cos I fed 'em right
I had these niggas bosses, never paid wages
Ever bag a whole brick? I swear it takes ages
Throw that work up in the bowl until that flake changes
I be juggin' through the city like I ain't famous
With songs beating on the radio, the same time in the trap
Working out the ratio! With so much budge up in the room
They say are you done soon, cos they couldn't take the fumes...
[Bridge]
Counting money till I sleep
Won't stop till all of my niggas eat
Ordering in Phillippes...
Audemars and Phillippes!
[Hook]
Chanel Runners, I been lit for 12 summers
Only ask if its big business and jail numbers
Louboutin that I'm rocking come in like 12 hunna
The line is banging, I swear I need me like 12 runners!
[Verse 2]
911 through Beverly, nothing like these celebrities
Got it from trappin', not talking all on the melody
Skelly cost about 70, courtesy of my felonies (trust)
Imma be jugging till the day that they bury me
And you can catch me in the hood, block party
Next week, in Florida, yacht party
Rollies and Audemars, not Carti's!
Niggas bussin that dead watches, that's not classy
Trident running through my yard, looking for the jackpot
What the fuck, you think I up live in my trap spot?
Thought they'd find a couple bricks and a crack pot
I think everyone's talkin', I swear the traps hot
The games changed, these niggas strange
They don't wanna ride birds, they just saying names
President of the trap, when you say my name
I came in with principles, Imma stay the same
[Bridge]
Counting money till I sleep
Won't stop till all of my niggas eat
Ordering in Phillippes...
Audemars and Phillippes!
I be chilling on Rodeo, courtesy of the yayo
Ask around, they'll tell you I'm on my J O
All my workers hit six figures
This is green Ace, take a sip nigga
And free my nigga West, that's a lit nigga
And free my niggas aiming for the hit nigga
You think I gotta pay for a hit nigga? (nah nigga)
My young boys be asking me like, 'which nigga? '
Apply the pressure till the brick broke
Throw that work up in the bowl and watch that brick soak
Don't mix the 10's wit the 20's, we don't mix notes
And I'm a real plug, I never leave my strip broke
Started on a peddle bike, tryna get my chedder right
Now its Maddison M White, Mcgregor fight!
Jacket on me like a zed of white
And all my niggas loyal cos I fed 'em right
I had these niggas bosses, never paid wages
Ever bag a whole brick? I swear it takes ages
Throw that work up in the bowl until that flake changes
I be juggin' through the city like I ain't famous
With songs beating on the radio, the same time in the trap
Working out the ratio! With so much budge up in the room
They say are you done soon, cos they couldn't take the fumes...
[Bridge]
Counting money till I sleep
Won't stop till all of my niggas eat
Ordering in Phillippes...
Audemars and Phillippes!
[Hook]
Chanel Runners, I been lit for 12 summers
Only ask if its big business and jail numbers
Louboutin that I'm rocking come in like 12 hunna
The line is banging, I swear I need me like 12 runners!
[Verse 2]
911 through Beverly, nothing like these celebrities
Got it from trappin', not talking all on the melody
Skelly cost about 70, courtesy of my felonies (trust)
Imma be jugging till the day that they bury me
And you can catch me in the hood, block party
Next week, in Florida, yacht party
Rollies and Audemars, not Carti's!
Niggas bussin that dead watches, that's not classy
Trident running through my yard, looking for the jackpot
What the fuck, you think I up live in my trap spot?
Thought they'd find a couple bricks and a crack pot
I think everyone's talkin', I swear the traps hot
The games changed, these niggas strange
They don't wanna ride birds, they just saying names
President of the trap, when you say my name
I came in with principles, Imma stay the same
[Bridge]
Counting money till I sleep
Won't stop till all of my niggas eat
Ordering in Phillippes...
Audemars and Phillippes!
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