The Warehouse Songtext
Bring some warmth to the music
"La musica de the Harry Fraud"
Everybody wanna be fast, see the cash, fuck around with the stash, get a heat rash
Everything in jet life, way we smash, double paying class, call phone in the S-class
Fundamental ballin' like a chess pass, lay a drill, I'm a player for real
I'll display my skills and give your bitches the chills
Button on the wheels, letters in the grill
Let her see the letters, she wonderin' how I feel
"La musica de the Harry Fraud"
Everybody wanna be fast, see the cash, fuck around with the stash, get a heat rash
Everything in jet life, way we smash, double paying class, call phone in the S-class
Fundamental ballin' like a chess pass, lay a drill, I'm a player for real
I'll display my skills and give your bitches the chills
Button on the wheels, letters in the grill
Let her see the letters, she wonderin' how I feel
Look at your ass in the seat, you mashin' with me
Parked up, sparked up, wherе them niggas came to be
Thеre can never be no access for the weak
Gang sour, overpower if you sweet
My team in the finals and we goin' for the sweet
Tape CDs, vinyls, MP3s, loaded USBs, crack vials in the streets
"I don't know
Whoever you are, you need to gain access to the warehouse"
We gon' move these from there and put them over here
We'll build a building and tie that over there
Broken glass everywhere
If it ain't nobout no money, dawg, I just don't care
Smokin' on the sticky in the Chevy Bel Air
Wind blowin' and I'm just admiring her hair
She a cold one, but I'm not sure if she real
We'll know when she start bringin' some money up in here
Tear it in, the ice thin
She expect a free ride cause her ass fat and her waist slim, baby girl I know a whole bunch of them
And if they wasn't born with it, then the surgeon put it in
Fuck it, though
My Cuban link, yellow gold
Diamond flooded kilo
They fucked up when they gave us enough time to reload
Now it's a whole bunch of overturned vehicles
Sirens whinin' like cranky 3-0s
I'm laid up watchin' Dirty Dancin' in the winter home
"I'm a drug addict"
Parked up, sparked up, wherе them niggas came to be
Thеre can never be no access for the weak
Gang sour, overpower if you sweet
My team in the finals and we goin' for the sweet
Tape CDs, vinyls, MP3s, loaded USBs, crack vials in the streets
"I don't know
Whoever you are, you need to gain access to the warehouse"
We gon' move these from there and put them over here
We'll build a building and tie that over there
Broken glass everywhere
If it ain't nobout no money, dawg, I just don't care
Smokin' on the sticky in the Chevy Bel Air
Wind blowin' and I'm just admiring her hair
She a cold one, but I'm not sure if she real
We'll know when she start bringin' some money up in here
Tear it in, the ice thin
She expect a free ride cause her ass fat and her waist slim, baby girl I know a whole bunch of them
And if they wasn't born with it, then the surgeon put it in
Fuck it, though
My Cuban link, yellow gold
Diamond flooded kilo
They fucked up when they gave us enough time to reload
Now it's a whole bunch of overturned vehicles
Sirens whinin' like cranky 3-0s
I'm laid up watchin' Dirty Dancin' in the winter home
"I'm a drug addict"
