Jeff Hamilton

Lyrics

[Intro: Vado] (Oh GP) Sliiime! Huh, huh, Harlem, huh Huh [Verse 1: Vado] Yo, I'm at the label with TECs out Like I don't give a fuck, make sure I'm the next out (Yes) I come from under street cool dudes, like the best out No need to say names if I can shout all the rest out (Nah) Too many real to be left out Fendi three-button just the collar is F'd out (Uh-huh) Just copped a townhouse, grill on the deck out (Uh-huh) Gated community, security when you check out (Yes) Y'all tryna compete, I'm just tryna complete Try to feed plenty is too many trying to eat Pouring out Henny every day and hour of the week So many die in the streets a nigga cry in his sleep (Tell 'em) Everything's rose gold, call it a Rose Bowl Fronting in the Cullinan colored in rose-rose Yeah, your Bull need a hundred-mil, D-Rose gold Tell the waitress where the million followers? Bring more Rose [Chorus: Vado] Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh-huh) Got 'em panicking, they wearing shit off the mannequin (Agh) Three-piece suit or [?], Jeff Hamilton (Yes) Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging (You would go at him again) Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh-huh) Got 'em panicking, they wearing shit off the mannequin (Tell 'em) Three-piece suit or [?], Jeff Hamilton (Mean) Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging (Ya boy going in again) [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Uh, niggas is pressing me Franklin in Snowfall, I wouldn't get him the recipe (Uh-uh) Got it going through customs like there's no intercepting me All these rappers my sons, 'bout to have a vasectomy Shit, like I don't need no one 'cept for me Only approval needed is a call up the registry (Yes) Niggas money is funny, can't pay they bill/Bill Bellamy (Agh) Me and that blue cheese go together like celery What's you telling me? 'Cause it's definitely Sounding more like a cliche [?] lawsuits [?] Keep a bad mami and mama sushi on me like I'm Enrique (All day) Broadway love me like Felipe (Ball on 'em, huh) Nobody, I call a friend if I can't call on him That "Paid In Full" money fall on him (Uh-huh) [?] door on him, pushing that rock, that John Wall on him (Yeah) Plus got good D, can't score on him Vado [Chorus: Vado] Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh-huh) Got 'em panicking, they wearing shit off the mannequin (Agh) Three-piece suit or [?], Jeff Hamilton (Yes) Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging (You would go at him again) Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh-huh) Got 'em panicking, they wearing shit off the mannequin (Tell 'em) Three-piece suit or [?], Jeff Hamilton (Mean) Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging (Ya boy going in again) [Verse 3: Jim Jones] [?] I keep guns in my body by my liver (Facts) Cold-hearted nigga, in the winter I hardly shiver (Chilly) We don't do a lot 'cause them cars they get delivered (Skrrt) Got me racing up the West Side Highway, right by the river (Skrrt) We *skrrt*, stay drippy, hop off of them Jeff Hammies (Grippy) [?] all pink, out [?] Grammys (Oo) Niggas out there looking like bitches, I call 'em trannies (Ah) Used to pack guns all in my hood, right by the tranny (Oh) I park Mazaratis up on Eighth Sometimes I look at the sky, I can see [?] in a Wraith Ayy, Capo's like Gotti in the H And, boy, he never lack, you know we got it on the way (Trust me, y'all) Still fuck bitches with my chains on (Silly) Frozen water got me wet like a rainstorm (Illy) Corner store for backwoods, I left the Range on (Chill) Pop champagne until the pain's gone (Rrr) [Chorus: Vado] Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh-huh) Got 'em panicking, they wearing shit off the mannequin (Agh) Three-piece suit or [?], Jeff Hamilton (Yes) Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging (You would go at him again) Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh-huh) Got 'em panicking, they wearing shit off the mannequin (Tell 'em) Three-piece suit or [?], Jeff Hamilton (Mean) Laker leather on, whatever storm we damaging (Ya boy going in again)