Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AX
AX
Performer
Sybr
Sybr
Performer
Suan Donati Sarti
Suan Donati Sarti
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Suan Donati Sarti
Suan Donati Sarti
Songwriter
Alessandro Garbuggio
Alessandro Garbuggio
Songwriter
Jamie Rodgers
Jamie Rodgers
Songwriter

Lyrics

Man I got that death note Don't wanna see yo name wrote Better keep yo ass woke or You'll be lying white chalk We be talkin big smoke We be talkin show boat We be talkin powder in The back that's a coke joke Gotta lotta smoke gotta lotta smoke Hand you fire on a wire call it antidote That's an anecdote got all kinds of joke Sistine chapel type a rich michael angelo Now we battle mode, clear the landing zone 10,000 men coming in that's my tally ho Broke yo ankle bone slit yo varicose Men marching In, drank a toast, that's my alamo Take a breath man whats with all the hurry Guns and drugs are normal that don't make us kinda scury But I'll chop you into pieces you keep looking at me funny Pack you up and dump your ass In the ghini or the Ferrari (ugh) I'm just Arab rich don't be mad at this All my boys dressed in white they can handle this Looking about it any type a way, we just sultans of our States and we just never miss that payday Miss that payday miss that payday Miss that payday miss that payday Get the car grab the cash grab the gold fill the stash Storms in bound gotta hurry We just bout to bank crash Top it up grab the truck bombs away light it up Get the fuck outta our way time for day Time for pay day I'm from something else man, I'm from something higher Burning all my cash man all without a lighter Take a couple grand and feed it to my tiger Take him of the leash man you'll be none the wiser Rip your heart out your chest, break You into little pieces leave you bleeding to the death man I'm just prince of persia so I guess you'd never guessed, but I'm Taking all your riches with me Lemme settle debts, uhg End up dead, with a severed head Run the course bout a mile better resurrect I'm the devils breath man I'm not impressed 10,000 years will give you such a crick in the neck We on fire pour it out blow the tire kinda loud We the shit chow it down this is it turn around Bust it up uppercut terminate win the round Get the fuck outta our way time for day Time for day
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