La The Darkman

La The Darkman - Snakeskin Down lyrics

rate me

feat. Styles P & Bun B

I rock my gucci bucket like fuck it with a musket

Got an rnb broad with me like latoya locket

Pull it out, she suck it

She know the routine

In the back of the phantom with a tantum

Riding clean, 4karat pinky ring, better recognize a don

I caught her back the bricks with a tom breedy arm

Coach like belocheck, even though I write the check

From niggas worldwide got undivided respect

Different flavors or marvin gators, hoes congratulate us

Have em dancing in the mansion, keep a pistol for you haters

Taking the escalator, up the road to success

When it come to traffickin coke, nigga I’m the best

Way down in texas, they know the name live

I always got work nigga, even when it’s dry

Take an eye for an eye, boy that’s no lie

You ever cross me wrong, somebody gonn die

Snakeskin down

Snakeskin down to the floor, but they air ones

Diamonds on the handle, lift the hammer, that’s a rear gun

Hunned worth of weed, that’s a blunt that needs head son

I don’t floss much, I be in the cut

Bossed up, hittin the dutch, whip them the ...something

But when I ate bird, I bought duck, 500 a plate

I’ve been straight nigga, you caught up

Snakeskin fitty too, I ain’t have to rap

I can bag up a brick, off the shake of the digital

Styles p, bun b, leave you ain’t critical

Dames wanna talk this preacher but it ain’t biblical

Yeah, and the drama is all visual

You ain’t affiliated, with the affiliates

Just cut out the silly shit nigga, you just miserable

Got a cannon that will make you invisible

Bitch ass trip make a million will be a miracle

They know it ain’t minutes, live ...kush with the window tinted

And that’s how we represent it

No lease, no borrow, if you see me in it today

You see me tomorrow

I got no sorrow for haters, no second ...

Fuck niggas for redemptions then get it from the lord

The lord forgives, but the trill ass niggas coming back for his

I can’t say it, no play now

I write it more clear

You might be on another level bitch but you ain’t here

It take more than the chains, more than the cars and clothes

How you a millionaire with 5 dollar hoes

Keep it trill pimpin, you know how it goes

Snakeskin down to the floor.

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