作词 : FlowerG/Buc Noi 作曲 : FlowerG/Buc Noi 编曲 : Mark Goble
FlowerG
Versace on my jacket VVS on my neck, this is a yellow skin boy who never turning back. Swaging to the night club ready to take my cash out, we’re the dragons underground you’d better rush out. Patek Philippe with gold on Beverley Hills, the bitches see me scream out but my eyes are still. We no need cocaines to feeling high for sure, cause we’re already at the top and no-one touches the floor. I got millions in my bank account, gold and diamonds all around, red money on the ground vaping from dusk till dawn. All the homies are dope knights, firearm holding just right, driving on a lowrider kicking in the westside. Like the dragons on my tattoo beat you till you can’t stood, watch you raise the withe flag saying that you quit too. Yellow skin in my blood, red money in my pot, we don’t need fake homie we don’t ****ing believe the gods.
buc noi
Many nights I lost sleep and I eyes would twitch/ Thinking back I been through a whole lotta shit/ But I’m standing tall not many would acknowledge this/ Who ever thought we’d toast to my accomplishments/ wanna take what I got come n try it/ I use to mob in a civic wit high mileage/ Now adays I hit the stage And fly private/ I got stripes too My whole zoo full of tigers/ Before people it was cases fought/ Went to trial it was cases I lost/ I cant tell you bout lessons that I actually taught/ Cuz Ion want momma cryin in the back of the court/ I heard when u breathe more you see more/ On this road of life there’s many detours/ Don’t ask me bout my label the streets who I signed wit/ Look at my scars asian mob I would die for this/ 录音 : LA G1 混音/母带 : GumJ/XCG
作词 : FlowerG/Buc Noi 作曲 : FlowerG/Buc Noi 编曲 : Mark Goble
FlowerG
Versace on my jacket VVS on my neck, this is a yellow skin boy who never turning back. Swaging to the night club ready to take my cash out, we’re the dragons underground you’d better rush out. Patek Philippe with gold on Beverley Hills, the bitches see me scream out but my eyes are still. We no need cocaines to feeling high for sure, cause we’re already at the top and no-one touches the floor. I got millions in my bank account, gold and diamonds all around, red money on the ground vaping from dusk till dawn. All the homies are dope knights, firearm holding just right, driving on a lowrider kicking in the westside. Like the dragons on my tattoo beat you till you can’t stood, watch you raise the withe flag saying that you quit too. Yellow skin in my blood, red money in my pot, we don’t need fake homie we don’t ****ing believe the gods.
buc noi
Many nights I lost sleep and I eyes would twitch/ Thinking back I been through a whole lotta shit/ But I’m standing tall not many would acknowledge this/ Who ever thought we’d toast to my accomplishments/ wanna take what I got come n try it/ I use to mob in a civic wit high mileage/ Now adays I hit the stage And fly private/ I got stripes too My whole zoo full of tigers/ Before people it was cases fought/ Went to trial it was cases I lost/ I cant tell you bout lessons that I actually taught/ Cuz Ion want momma cryin in the back of the court/ I heard when u breathe more you see more/ On this road of life there’s many detours/ Don’t ask me bout my label the streets who I signed wit/ Look at my scars asian mob I would die for this/ 录音 : LA G1 混音/母带 : GumJ/XCG
