Shine lyrics

by

King Los


[Hook]
That paper my chauffeur yea that money drive me
n*gga I'm rolling I let your honey ride me
Hate it or love it hater, hate it or love it hater
Hate it or love it hater, but I'm getting my f*cking paper
I'm shinning on them n*ggas, slidin on them thangs
Every city that I roll through they be hollerin my name
Hate it or love it hater, hate it or love it hater
Hate it or love it hater, but I'm getting my f*cking paper

[Verse 1: Los]
Still tell these n*ggas I'm gone, man I'm zoning and flying
But homie dont get me wrong I still roam with the lions
That mof*cker on chrome im into ownin and buyin
All white with the red top call it conan obrien
I was almost to the top when a n*gga fell back
To the bottom and it shook my whole plan
Then I climb back from the bottom
Tryna make it to the top so I took my whole fam
If I gotta go hard then Ima bogart for ya whole card
In my hood I go ham now a n*gga gettin chauffeured
Screamin look ma no hannnnds damn
Damn I dun made it through the struggle yea it been a fight
Like a left then a right, then a right then a left then a body hook
Then my papa left so its only right my body hooks when I write
Fly as a pimp fl-fly as a pimp l-look here boy l-look here boy
n*ggas mad cuz my swag high as a blimp
I guess you can call that a good year boy
And im comin for the top cuz im one of the best
Cool as a tropic breeze and my watch like a cop wit a gun
And a vest that motherf*ckers talkin bout freeze
And im stylin on yo ass walkin in these kanye sneakers
And I dont mean followin his path (louis)
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Phil Ade]
Ain't no games the more I raise the bar
Haters hate I ain't phased at all
These n*ggas, nah they ain't next to mine
I'm electrifying, I ain't tased at all
Break an O down and blaze it all
Break your ho down and skate to the mall
Got a Black b*tch, white b*tch, but tonight I'm feeling like an Asian broad
Fast living, fast women, work for mine ain't no cash given
sh*t ain't cool I split on school
No time for bull and your ass Pippin
Your ass trippin', what you thinking
Wrong move have your ass planking
Well connected, well respected
If you want a scene than we'll direct it
I swear this game is a movie but these new n*ggas don't move me
Busting gats, hustle crack, swear these raps ain't cool G
Yeah coogie raps, Big Poppa and the uzi strap
That's rapid fire get on the ground. feeling low so its on now
Ridin round in my hood, looking clean as I should
From Riverdale To Rockville, they got Phil I'm good
From a state you ain't heard of man
Murder land but guns sure to blam
Keep it together when you around my state
Royal Fam man the crown ain't safe
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