disneyland - xhris2eazy lyrics
[intro]
i been havin’ trouble restin’, jump up out my bed, i’m sweatin’
up in the morning thinkin’ ’bout what it takes to be a legend
i’mma do this sh*t with the gang, i split it wit’ my brethren
talkin’ ’bout money ’cause money never got me stressin’
they can’t f*ck wit’ me, they can’t f*ck wit’ me
they can’t f*ck wit’ me, they can’t f*ck wit’ me
nah, nah
they can’t f*ck wit’ me, they can’t f*ck wit’ me
[verse 1]
yeah, i’m drivin’ in the big benz, swervin’ wit’ my left hand
played my music in the whip and it made yo’ b*tch dance
puttin’ yellow diamonds on my watch to make my wrist dance (ooh)
hoppin’ out a black van, hoodie and some black vans
go up with this music, i could take this sh*t to pakistan
me and hidden courtyard get so fried that we in disneyland
i been eatin’ good and gettin’ fat like the michelin man
out in disneyland, me and goofy took a hunnid xans
if you look too close, you might miss it, you better pay attention
splashin’ bl**dy red on the benz, it’s f*ckin’ up my engine
i been havin’ trouble restin’, jump up out my bed, i’m sweatin’
up in the morning thinkin’ ’bout what it takes to be a legend
[verse 2]
i’mma do this sh*t with the gang, i split it wit’ my bredren (wit’ my bredren)
talkin’ ’bout money ’cause money never got me stressin’ (got me stressin’)
talkin’ ’bout b*tches because my b*tches f*ckin’ deadly (d*mn)
out in la, i make a play, slammin’ sh*t like freddie (home run)
slits on my wrist like i’m emo, but it’s diamonds flashin’ (diamonds flashin’)
coupe like an autobot, i’m hoppin’ out a transformer (d*mn)
get to that guap a lot, i’m stackin’ cash up like marbles (yeah)
switch to a different country, i’m somewhere out in europe
[outro]
did it on my own, yeah, i got this sh*t out the muscle (got it off the muscle)
when sh*t gettin’ bad, better shut the f*ck up and hustle (shut the f*ck up)
posted with the kult, i might tat this sh*t on my knuckle (f*ckin’ knuckle)
i could use this belt like a whip, hit you with this buckle (hit you with this buckle)
did it on my own, yeah, i got this sh*t out the muscle (b*tch, i’m flexin’)
when sh*t gettin’ bad, better shut the f*ck up and hustle (shut the f*ck up)
posted with the kult, i might tat this sh*t on my knuckle (f*ckin’ knuckle)
i could use this belt like a whip, hit you with this buckle (i hit you with this buckle)
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