Og Ginobili versuri
Che
Versuri Che – Og Ginobili lyrics
[Intro]
Rok on the track, Rok, Rok (Rok on the track, yeah)
[Chorus]
Knew I was gon’ play with them guns since a kiddie
I’m in this shit, probably get shot just like Ricky
W-wrist in the pot, you get cooked up like chili (Woo)
I bring this in, bust out the club, it come with me
I take both drugs just like Bobby and Whitney (Rok on the track, Rok, Rok)
Bottega boots, but I’m still tuckin’ this semi (Rok on the track, yeah)
And how you perform with that lean in your kidney?
I dropped outta high school, I don’t use a pen
My nigga got murders, so he in the pen
My bitch, she got ass, she in barely bought Skims
The devil in Prada, I look like a Sith (Hey)
I’m inside your bitch, and thе money escape
Sеven car lot, I rock out in Turks (He-hey)
If every bitch I already fucked had a twin
I probably would fuck ‘em and tell ‘em to kiss
Your broad just asked me for some Givenchy kicks
[Verse]
I hop out the bed, and I put on some Gucci
I’m gettin’ some head in my motherfuckin’ Gucci
My-my ho tryna beat a bitch up like Karrueche
The dirtiest cup, I ain’t sippin’ kombucha (Right, huh)
I don’t like this bitch, them lil’ feelings ain’t mutual
I’m fuckin’ these thotties, they enter my room
Get that when I want like I’m hangin’ a noose
Tryna turn up to Che, we don’t turn on the blues
Yeah, still fuck on these itty-bitty artists
It’s some hookers and killers that come from that part
We should chop off your head for a lil’ bitty Perc’
I got infrared beams, now you turned to a target
I was just a kid when my dad got indicted
Pop out my cocoon and buy me a new Masi’
The white boys say my weed is fuckin’ exotic
Got two different greasers, they both in my pockets
[Chorus]
Knew I was gon’ play with them guns since a kiddie
I’m in this shit, probably get shot just like Ricky
W-wrist in the pot, you get cooked up like chili (Woo)
I bring this in, bust out the club, it come with me
I take both drugs just like Bobby and Whitney
Bottega boots, but I’m still tuckin’ this semi
And how you perform with that lean in your kidney?
I dropped outta high school, I don’t use a pen
My nigga got murders, so he in the pen
My bitch, she got ass, she in barely bought Skims
The devil in Prada, I look like a Sith (Hey)
I’m inside your bitch, all that money escape
Seven car lot, I rock out in Turks (He-hey)
If every bitch I already fucked had a twin
I probably would fuck ‘em and tell ‘em to kiss
Your broad just asked me for some Givenchy kicks
[Outro]
Yeah, still fuck on these itty-bitty artists
It’s some hookers and killers that come from that part
They just chop off your head for a lil’ bitty Perc’
I got infrared beams, now you turned to a target
I was just a kid when my dad got indicted
Pop out my cocoon and buy me a new Masi’
The white boys say my weed is fuckin’ exotic
Got two different greasers, they both in my pockets
Bottega boots, but I’m still tuckin’ this semi
Tuckin’ this semi, tuckin’ this semi
Bottega boots, but I’m still tuckin’ this semi
Bottega boots, but I’m still tuckin’ this semi
B-B-B-Bottega boots, but I’m still tuckin’ this semi
Tuckin’ this semi, tuckin’ this semi
Bottega— Bottega boots— Bottega-tega-tega-tega-tega
