Big K.R.I.T. Temptation (Remix) текст песни, слова песни Temptation (Remix) Big K.R.I.T. & Juicy J & Waka Flocka Flame
Big K.R.I.T. - Temptation (Remix)
feat. Juicy J & Waka Flocka Flame
Turn this into something
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain't trippin on the summer cause the stars I [?]
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get [x2]
Still young cruiser what you know bout me
Money come, money go but it's all I see
Land in the girl with a beat that's so so much
And kneepads on her knee
Cadillac, rims on wild [?]
Tell the motherfucker what you know bout that
[?] but the grain in there
Popping tags, back in, one more time
Got the head, down stair, but she hide it off
I throw the pussy like she throwing passes
Yeah we rise on that hoe
Took it down the spike and up throw
Beat the monkey off till it's so
Soon as I hit the dough she got low
Cause she know
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain't trippin on the summer cause the stars I [?]
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get [x2]
I'm forever balling nigga all about my pockets
Too much money in my hands, I need a lot of wallets
My conversation money and I'm never talking cheap
What you made in a year, I blew in a week
Louie V on my clothes, [?] for my foes
Fast life, codeine fiend, everything slow
If I was you nigga I'd probably hate me too
I'm shopping for a new crib, while you making [?]
Wrapping up these paper cuts from stacking all this paper up
Money don't bend ends [?] juicy j don't give a fuck
I stay high as hell homie it's the only way
Rolls Royce all white, call that bitch Lima [?]
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain't trippin on the summer cause the stars I [?]
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get [x2]
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Big ass wheels, bad ass bitches
Baby pour some liquor, doll roll up a swisher
I think she's feeling me main
Hypnotized by my pimping
When I talk bitches listen
Diamonds be glissing
So many colors in my chain man it look like a prison
[?] freak out any girl, from a nun to a Christian
I spit this izm, nancy [?] on this trip, getting money
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain't trippin on the summer cause the stars I [?]
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get [x2]
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into something.
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