Graveyard Shift
Brodinski feat Hoodrich Pablo Juan
paroles Brodinski Graveyard Shift

Brodinski - Graveyard Shift Lyrics & Traduction

Fresh as a bitch like I'm Fonzworth Bentley
I see you haters through Cartier lenses
I handle it, I don't let bitches in my business
Shooter with me, they gon' leave the clip empty
Fuck the Mazi, nigga, go get the Bentley
I beat the charges, ain't no cases pendin'
I pop the Perc, but I should've took Ritalin
I fuck that bitch, put the dick in her kidney
Chef in the kitchen, I'm fryin' the chickens
Whipped too many bricks, my wrist still spinnin'
Shoppin' for cookies with no lemons
Pineapple Fanta, I put a whole 4 in it
Callin' for bags, wanna know the ticket
Dependin', is you gettin' gas or the midget?
I push the weight like I was a gymnast
I work the graveyard shift with the gremlins

I might just kick you, the boot in my Timberlands
I don't fuck with these niggas, they some frenemies
Ride with the stick, I'm stackin' up Benjamins
VS1 diamonds on me and they glistenin'
Shh, you know the feds listenin'
I got that pound cake and I'm deliverin'
I ain't paranoid, nigga, I keep artillery
Fresh Prince, fuck a bitch look like Hilary
Ooh, drank too much lean, they said its killin' me
V on my ski mask stand for the villainy
She swallow the babies, I don't want no children
I used to trap right in front of the building
Now I'm rich, pinna go buy me a building
I want the pints of the Hi Tech sealed
Water on me like a Navy SEAL
Pablo with the Juan like David Copperfield
Designer closet, it look like a cotton field
One on one, shawty, he keep the Glock on him
I go to Broccoli, fuck with my patna dem
I made the white boy break the rim
I go buy one and I'm takin' ten
Cook on the same stove that the cookies bakin' in
When I go in Louis V, don't ask what I spend
Lord forgive me, 'cause I know that I sinned

Fresh as a bitch like I'm Fonzworth Bentley
I see you haters through Cartier lenses
I handle it, I don't let bitches in my business
Shooter with me, they gon' leave the clip empty
Fuck the Mazi, nigga, go get the Bentley
I beat the charges, ain't no cases pendin'
I pop the Perc, but I should've took Ritalin
I fuck that bitch, put the dick in her kidney
Chef in the kitchen, I'm fryin' the chickens
Whipped too many bricks, my wrist still spinnin'
Shoppin' for cookies with no lemons
Pineapple Fanta, I put a whole 4 in it
Callin' for bags, wanna know the ticket
Dependin', is you gettin' gas or the midget?
I push the weight like I was a gymnast
I work the graveyard shift with the gremlins

Grill is hot, got to cool it with water
Young nigga trappin', came up off a quarter
Nigga, I'm rich for sure, not sort of
Serve a nigga, better come place your order
Need the whole thing, nigga, don't come shorter
I'm up late night with the killers and snorters
I'm brighter than night, nigga, don't I look gorgeous
We shootin' that nigga like we was the stores
Count up the money, bitch, don't break my scale
Scale on the floor, I go weigh up a whale
I don't see haters like I could read Braille
Fuck that lil bitch and tell her keep my mail
Brr, brr, sale after sale
Wholesale, let my lil nigga do retail
He pay first, I lower the ticket, that's presale
Fresh as a bitch, rock Chanel for males

Fresh as a bitch like I'm Fonzworth Bentley
I see you haters through Cartier lenses
I handle it, I don't let bitches in my business
Shooter with me, they gon' leave the clip empty
Fuck the Mazi, nigga, go get the Bentley
I beat the charges, ain't no cases pendin'
I pop the Perc, but I should've took Ritalin
I fuck that bitch, put the dick in her kidney
Chef in the kitchen, I'm fryin' the chickens
Whipped too many bricks, my wrist still spinnin'
Shoppin' for cookies with no lemons
Pineapple Fanta, I put a whole 4 in it
Callin' for bags, wanna know the ticket
Dependin', is you gettin' gas or the midget?
I push the weight like I was a gymnast
I work the graveyard shift with the gremlins


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