Lyrics KVMRON – Inflation

 
Inflation Lyrics – KVMRON

Singer: KVMRON
Title: Inflation

Verse 1
Yeah..
Trengods..
Takin over..

Im just here to talk some shit..
This sh#t is all love
Yeah..
I say..

Runnin the game..
Ain’t been the same..
f#ck these broke n#gg#s..
They the one to blame..

I say..
f#ck you and the sh#t that you claim..
Swear these.. p#ss# n#gg#s jus talk a big game
I got cha b#tch in my section drinkin champagne

She a smart b#tch she gave the whole crew brain
f#ck the b#tch so deep gave the b#tch chest pain
f#cked her so good pierced thru еvery membrane
Yеah

Burnin rubber switchin lanez
I swear we got the block on lock and we need a raise
I’m sorry momma But there was no other way
I tried to go college but these streets just kept me paid

GIA certs
Do it cause I’m able
True life monster ain’t no way that I’m a fable
I know that b#tch love me I can tell by how she f#ck me

It’s starting to make sense
Why your n#gg# wanna be me
Is it cause a n#gg# ran it up
And made a couple millie

Or is it cause a n#gg# burnin rubber in the ghini
Class of 2010
Make them forgiatos spin
f#cked your b#tch

And fly her out to all the place you ain’t been
I ain’t ever worried this whole rap game is cap
How ya mans beat that case
Check them papers he’s a rat

I be getting to the bag it’s a mothaf#ckin fact
All these b#tches counted me out
Now they all running back
Celine to my draws

20k for the chrome
1985 every time I walk on
I’m a go getta
I’m a trensetta

I’m worth 2.7
I get ya b#tch wetta..
I get ya b#tch wetta..
I get ya b#tch wetta..

Verse 2
Taxfree
I Get Ya b#tch wetter
She really wanna suck

This dick and I’ma let her
They said it’s cold outside
I brought amiri sweater …
I’m just trying to balmain …

And they ain’t trying to let us …
Turn any shoe… to red bottoms..
BeCause we real steppers..
I’m just wearing these christians

BeCause the can’t help us …
My b#tch told me she Prada me …
All these n#gg# jealous..
Louis Vuitton Belt buckle

Because It match the luggage
KAM call trend gods ..
Because there is none above us …
Life Gucci .. I’m tired of coach-ing

U mutha f#ckers …
They use to be like.. he poor
Now he in Dior ..
When they was buying 2 bricks

I would front ‘em 3 more ..
Glock turnt you to stone …
Bullets by Versace
6 n#gg#s in front of yo home ..

With instruments …like a mariachi
I was told to.. just do it
Get checked you try to stop me …
Give a f#ck who he is …

If he jump man …
I’ma pop him …
And put his #ss on a shirt ..
So they won’t forget about him …

Should of told him
Not to cross me …
If you couldn’t live without him
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Inflation – Terjemahan / Translation

Ayat 1
Ya..
Trengods..
Takin over..

Im just here to talk some shit..
This sh#t is all love
Ya..
I say..

Runnin the game..
Ain’t been the same..
f#ck these broke n#gg#s..
They the one to blame..

I say..
f#ck you and the sh#t that you claim..
Swear these.. p#ss# n#gg#s jus talk a big game
I got cha b#tch in my section drinkin champagne

She a smart b#tch she gave the whole crew brain
f#ck the b#tch so deep gave the b#tch chest pain
f#cked her so good pierced thru еvery membrane
Yеah

Burnin rubber switchin lanez
I swear we got the block on lock and we need a raise
I’m sorry momma But there was no other way
I tried to go college but these streets just kept me paid

GIA certs
Do it cause I’m able
True life monster ain’t no way that I’m a fable
I know that b#tch love me I can tell by how she f#ck me

It’s starting to make sense
Why your n#gg# wanna be me
Is it cause a n#gg# ran it up
And made a couple millie

Or is it cause a n#gg# burnin rubber in the ghini
Class of 2010
Make them forgiatos spin
f#cked your b#tch

And fly her out to all the place you ain’t been
I ain’t ever worried this whole rap game is cap
How ya mans beat that case
Check them papers he’s a rat

I be getting to the bag it’s a mothaf#ckin fact
All these b#tches counted me out
Now they all running back
Celine to my draws

20k for the chrome
1985 every time I walk on
I’m a go getta
I’m a trensetta

I’m worth 2.7
I get ya b#tch wetta..
I get ya b#tch wetta..
I get ya b#tch wetta..

Ayat 2
Bebas pajak
I Get Ya b#tch wetter
She really wanna suck

This dick and I’ma let her
They said it’s cold outside
I brought amiri sweater …
I’m just trying to balmain …

And they ain’t trying to let us …
Turn any shoe… to red bottoms..
BeCause we real steppers..
I’m just wearing these christians

BeCause the can’t help us …
My b#tch told me she Prada me …
All these n#gg# jealous..
Louis Vuitton Belt buckle

Because It match the luggage
KAM call trend gods ..
Because there is none above us …
Life Gucci .. I’m tired of coach-ing

U mutha f#ckers …
They use to be like.. he poor
Now he in Dior ..
When they was buying 2 bricks

I would front ‘em 3 more ..
Glock turnt you to stone …
Bullets by Versace
6 n#gg#s in front of yo home ..

With instruments …like a mariachi
I was told to.. just do it
Get checked you try to stop me …
Give a f#ck who he is …

If he jump man …
I’ma pop him …
And put his #ss on a shirt ..
So they won’t forget about him …

Should of told him
Not to cross me …
If you couldn’t live without him
Find more lyrics at indolirik.jspinyin.net

Lyrics KVMRON – Inflation

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