Allstar JR - Expensive Wristwatches (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Allstar JR - Expensive Wristwatches (en) Lyrics
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Got the pills and I'm still gettin'
phone money (Still gettin' it)
Record label wanna loot
me in his own money
Still got the soft you get
some extra O's from it
Shootin' waters down, niggas askin'
for the 'bow numbers (Fuck on)
I done dropped a new kit last
four summers (Four years)
Got Asics boxed up with
some blow money
Balenciaga winter joggers
and my coat ugly
These ain't Louis shoes, thеm
Get A Bag dope runners
Boy, your ho know somеthin',
cheatin'-ass bitch (Bitch)
Hit her in between swerves,
she don't see me pass six
Promoting-ass nigga almost
got his Range flipped
I was blowing out the window,
you ain't see me pass shit
Porsche 911, see it on the seven
(See it on the seven)
Flooded Jesus piece, you ain't
seein' on the pastor
Nigga ain't copping, I don't
need him in my presence
Got a sale for six pints and we meeting
at eleven (I'm pullin' up)
I get the dog food gone like I breed
pups (Like I breed pups)
I ain't change the 'Vette
oil thirteen months
Ain't no witnesses around,
we ain't leave nothin'
Boy, we'd kill a nigga thinkin'
that he seen somethin'
Niggas jumpin' in the game, better
play to win (Play to win)
When the real ballers out,
nigga, take it in
I'm at Cheek's game pourin'
fours out in Fayetteville
What they paying for the blues? Bitch,
I think I'm stayin' here
Left 'em all, took the valet
nigga two-fifty (Two-fifty)
These niggas always end up hoes,
they like Bruce Jenner
I'd ho your mans in every
single group member
I ain't worried 'bout a nigga
seein' me, I shoot niggas
I done seen it all, hustle
in his lifetime
I'd pull a foreign in the
Herman gardens right now
Hit a nigga city first time,
start a pipeline
Niggas turned to haters when you
used to be they lifeline
Nigga plotting, can't do shit but
get his broke ass whacked
He touched down from jail, finished,
take his broke ass back
I ain't even wearing fits that's
under four bands flat
How you the nigga taking trips and
don't bring no bands back?
Get a phone, get a scale, get some
baggies (Get some baggies)
Get some workers, get a spot,
now get it crackin'
It be robbin', it be killers,
bro, shit happen
It be money, it be traffic,
ain't no nappin'
Boy, I'm big coppin', kitchen
big blockin' (Yeah)
Dope I got shine like expensive
wristwatches
She ain't shit now, watch
me get the bitch poppin'
Take my hoes out of town, take
my niggas brick shopping
Boy, I'm big coppin' (Big coppin'), kitchen
big blockin' (Big blockin')
Boy, I'm big coppin',
kitchen big blockin'
Take my hoes out of town,
take my niggas brick shopping
(Let's get a bag)
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