lirik lagu flex god daps & tarm - hallelujah to my striker
yo t?
yo bro, i think we’re good you know
did it bang?
ha ha, of course it did, the ting went through
uuuh, how much?
50 bags, 25 each
uuuh
could you believe i was stressin’? money off a lyca
all this drip on my body, thank god for my striker
swipe a ‘lil handbag too, i think i like her
if i hit two times, i might wife her
yeah yeah, hallelujah hallelujah, hallelujah halleloo
on my block i’m a legend, young boy they’ll do
hallelujah for the wave, hallelujah gettin’ paid
hallelujah balmain, hallelujah champagne
hallelujah to my striker, he got heart so he swipey (swipe swipe)
now i’m gettin’ all these checks bro i ain’t talkin’ bout nike
uuuh, hallelujah perignon, all these sparklers, all these sparklers
valet hold the keys for me, i don’t park it, i don’t park it (no way)
we were duckin’ from the sirens, oh no they can’t cuff me (whoot whoot)
hallelujah to my dm’s, all these models wanna f~ck me (wow)
jacket tailored it’s imported, ‘lil n~gga i’m important (i am)
in my city they salute me, in your city you’re extorted (yeah yeah)
i live all up in the sky, hallelujah to these jets bro (i’m gone)
green came in a vacuum, 2 packs like death row
whoa, hallelujah to the plug, never folded when we hustle (no)
cop a bottle, pop a bottle, cop a coupe, pop the throttle (scrrr scrrr)
yeah, i don’t even like the club, i would rather do the let out (yeah yeah)
i can buy you new hair, f~ck your weave let it sweat out
whoa whoa, haters screw when they see him, all the keys are european
you was preeing on the gram, had your bm in my bm (oh my)
could you believe i was stressin’? money off a lyca
all this drip on my body, thank god for my striker
swipe a ‘lil handbag (swipe swipe), i think i like her
if i hit two times (two times two times), i might wife her
yeah yeah, hallelujah hallelujah, hallelujah halleloo (yeah yeah)
on my block i’m a legend, young boy they’ll do (yeah yeah)
hallelujah to my swiper, hallelujah to my striker
hallelujah for these fabrics, hallelujah up in harrods
look, yo, i was in a hotel room with a mic (microphone), encro phone and ganja
now i’m in the latest stores not nike, diors my favorite canvas
soon on tour and takin’ flight, yes, now i can wire transfers
might be your girl but she got got swiped, she walked out wit’ a latest of handbags
no price tag, next stop is a imac
i’m in cali tryna fly back outpacks, flip that, no tax, now that’s your whole stack
i get paid daily that’s a known fact, call me director like i’m bro daps
swing a hs, hali, or a old nat, you make pro back, i don’t care if you’re a low act (big money)
big bottles no shots like kodak when i walk in dj reload that (spin it)
i got a pretty brown ting from the hills, take off your heels and gimme no cap
she was unknown but that ~rs~ was a throwback
get down low (where you from?)
get down low (oooh, lemme chat to you)
get down low (where you from?)
get down low
yeah yeah, hallelujah hallelujah, hallelujah halleloo (loo loo)
on my block i’m a legend, young boy they’ll do (do do)
hallelujah for the wave, hallelujah gettin’ paid (paid paid)
hallelujah balmain, hallelujah champagne (pagne pagne)
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