lirik lagu ron delorean, ss jack & navador - straight facts
[intro: ron delorean]
(c’mon!)
[chorus: andy reef]
don’t talk to me, just let me know where the pape at
no stoppin’ me, runnin’ up ’til we in the back of a maybach
usps pack in the mailbox with the mail tags
these bricks lookin’ like haystacks
plus all the runners—i gave ’em a trail map
lot of these boys say they get bread—
they cap, they fake that
you a broke~ass boy, look at your ray cap
and look at our wage gaps
i mail bags and you wear a name tag
you sleep—i don’t even take naps
you boys p~ssy, bunch of male cats
but if you tryna be me, just say that
straight facts
me and jay go way back
[verse 1: ss jack]
one take and no playback
speakin’ straight facts, so i nevеr need a printer
or a tinted~windowed sprintеr
puttin’ rollies on my wrist—
i guess we gettin’ really winter
gettin’ sh~t was big dog, you a little pup
i started out as runt of the litter
all these kids was always droppin’ trash—yeah, they litter
drip, drip, drip—drippin’ in chinchilla
buy a private island
’cause i didn’t want the godd~mn villa
i’m evolvin’ like a godd~mn caterpillar
movin’ pack like we the millers (millers!)
[verse 2: ron delorean]
stuntin’, diamonds on the silver
you get lined up like a quiver
drive what i want, on time for the ball
co~sign on the job, big sign in the mall
b~line to the top, me~time what i lost
driveway like a corn maze when i go home
take a gold plane
step on the pavilla like a soul train
louie v bold frame, modish coat hang
take a hot shower, feel the cold chain
hop into the chevy with the old paint
pedal to the metal, make the floor shake
independent money—call me bruce wayne
chasin’ on a diva—you got poor taste
step inside my booth—this the domain
every single pound get a new strain
up in here loose—i’m a toupee
[chorus: andy reef]
don’t talk to me, just let me know where the pape at
no stoppin’ me, runnin’ up
’til we in the back of a maybach
usps pack in the mailbox with the mail tags
these bricks lookin’ like haystacks
plus all the runners—i gave ’em a trail map
lot of these boys say they get bread—
they cap, they fake that
you a broke~ass boy, look at your ray cap
and look at our wage gaps
i mail bags and you wear a name tag
you sleep—i don’t even take naps
you boys p~ssy, bunch of male cats
but if you tryna be me, just say that
me and jay go way back
straight facts
[verse 3: ss jack]
one take and no playback
speakin’ straight facts, so i never need a printer
or a tinted~windowed sprinter
puttin’ rollies on my wrist—
i guess we gettin’ really winter
gettin’ sh~t was big dog, you a little pup
i started out as runt of the litter
all these kids was always droppin’ trash—yeah, they litter
drip, drip, drip—drippin’ in chinchilla
buy a private island
’cause i didn’t want the godd~mn villa
i’m evolvin’ like a godd~mn caterpillar
movin’ pack like we the millers (we the millers!)
[verse 4: ron delorean]
stuntin’, diamonds on the silver
you get lined up like a quiver
drive what i want, on time for the ball
co~sign on the job, big sign in the mall
b~line to the top, me~time what i lost
driveway like a corn maze when i go home
take a gold plane
step on the pavilla like a soul train
louie v bold frame, modish coat hang
take a hot shower, feel the cold chain (c’mon!)
hop into the chevy with the old paint
pedal to the metal, make the floor shake
independent money—call me bruce wayne
chasin’ on a diva—you got poor taste
step inside my booth—this the domain
every single pound get a new strain
up in here loose—i’m a toupee
(c’mon!)
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