Gilbere Forte - Anigma lyrics

rate me

I need a hundred dollars, maybe a million

Fuck I need it!

Huh! Fuck ‘em! Shout!

Waking up to credits, my life is a movie

Cocking back my prayers, no pressure can shoot me

Fashion up the late Givenchy could shoot me

A thousand miles per hour, that Bugatti of beauty!

Oh, rolling out like our coach, gold line on these hoes

Touch down and they fell, you know how many fucking records I blow?

Life’s moving too slow, the future calling my phone

Angel’s on that voice mail, daddy, please come home!

It’s that realest shit that I know

My dreams kicking indoors

But I fuck the life that you chose

Now the smoking mirrors I broke

Feel… made the deal happen

Blowing up like it never happen

Never satisfied until I’m fifty-five

..and crap shit!

Bouncing out in that big shit that your hoe try to fuck me in, hoe

Tough flow like anywhere, no… for your key to fit!

So high, I … the gatter

My androids can’t see a…

Lord knows that it’s my time

Lord knows that it’s fuck rhymes!

This is Anigma, middle finger to your bitch niggas

This is Anigma, bet these ladies is getting at your figures

All the money and the cars (talk about it, talk about it!)

Everybody living large (talk about it, talk about it!)

All my real niggas in!