Vinci and A-R just f*cked the game
Vinci and A-R just f*cked the game
Independent sound be the dog pound
And when we on its lights out
No L-J like Mike now
96 get it one time now
Mil-walk-double-e mc's
Running to the bank with a couple milskis
Moving out to the water copping ten skis
Penthouse no rent fees
Oh lord let them bells ring
We got Giannis
We got Yelich
Ain't no telling
Where we headed
Boy don't play me
Pop on Brady
We been patient
We been waiting
Writing hits and
Taking stages
Till we sawed off
On a good shot
F*cking wasted
Sophomore year and
We been raging
Body dug up
From the basement
Packing rhymes and
Schemes of greatness
Steady dosing
Heavy chasing
No complacence
Last checked checker flag
In this rat race playing chess
Over checkers just do it
Thats a check I digress
Sonny do you really wanna ball with the best
Independent sound be the dog pound
And when we on its lights out
No L-J like Mike now
96 get it one time now
Mil-walk-double-e mc's
Running to the bank with a couple milskis
Moving out to the water copping ten skis
Penthouse no rent fees
Tell a mother f*cker shut the f*ck up
Smoke trees drink rum
Too long since we had fun
Lethal weapon make a run
Do me get mine no crumbs
Beat going ape shit going dumb
No more underground overlooked homies
Only steady booked name clocked
At the top of the books homie
Saying B Kohr let em off the hook homie
While shook ones blast
Fake ones gasp they last
All Star ball with the best
Better call Saul when i wreck
All I ever wanted was to tell my pops retire early
Put your nuts on the boss desk cop a check pop 40s
While skirting off lot in a pair of 440s
Everybody get up this the new jam now
Generation space jam done grown up now
Independent sound be the dog pound
And when we on its lights out
No L-J like Mike now
96 get it one time now
Mil-walk-double-e mc's
Running to the bank with a couple milskis
Moving out to the water copping ten skis
Penthouse no rent fees
Oh lord let them bells ring
Middle of the rad a tat
Who got the biggest sack
With the ice tap
Doubled with the big strap
Sinbads with the kin bad
Pimping hoes out the Cadillacs
This is why they rap motherf*cker
This is why they rap motherf*cker
Fortune and fame
But you repping the game
Young goat on the way
The throne is yours brother
B Kohr - Bells Lyrics
B Kohr - Bells Lyrics
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Vinci and A-R just f*cked the game
Vinci and A-R just f*cked the game
Independent sound be the dog pound
And when we on its lights out
No L-J like Mike now
96 get it one time now
Mil-walk-double-e mc's
Running to the bank with a couple milskis
Moving out to the water copping ten skis
Penthouse no rent fees
Oh lord let them bells ring
We got Giannis
We got Yelich
Ain't no telling
Where we headed
Boy don't play me
Pop on Brady
We been patient
We been waiting
Writing hits and
Taking stages
Till we sawed off
On a good shot
F*cking wasted
Sophomore year and
We been raging
Body dug up
From the basement
Packing rhymes and
Schemes of greatness
Steady dosing
Heavy chasing
No complacence
Last checked checker flag
In this rat race playing chess
Over checkers just do it
Thats a check I digress
Sonny do you really wanna ball with the best
Independent sound be the dog pound
And when we on its lights out
No L-J like Mike now
96 get it one time now
Mil-walk-double-e mc's
Running to the bank with a couple milskis
Moving out to the water copping ten skis
Penthouse no rent fees
Tell a mother f*cker shut the f*ck up
Smoke trees drink rum
Too long since we had fun
Lethal weapon make a run
Do me get mine no crumbs
Beat going ape shit going dumb
No more underground overlooked homies
Only steady booked name clocked
At the top of the books homie
Saying B Kohr let em off the hook homie
While shook ones blast
Fake ones gasp they last
All Star ball with the best
Better call Saul when i wreck
All I ever wanted was to tell my pops retire early
Put your nuts on the boss desk cop a check pop 40s
While skirting off lot in a pair of 440s
Everybody get up this the new jam now
Generation space jam done grown up now
Independent sound be the dog pound
And when we on its lights out
No L-J like Mike now
96 get it one time now
Mil-walk-double-e mc's
Running to the bank with a couple milskis
Moving out to the water copping ten skis
Penthouse no rent fees
Oh lord let them bells ring
Middle of the rad a tat
Who got the biggest sack
With the ice tap
Doubled with the big strap
Sinbads with the kin bad
Pimping hoes out the Cadillacs
This is why they rap motherf*cker
This is why they rap motherf*cker
Fortune and fame
But you repping the game
Young goat on the way
The throne is yours brother
Vinci and A-R just f*cked the game
Independent sound be the dog pound
And when we on its lights out
No L-J like Mike now
96 get it one time now
Mil-walk-double-e mc's
Running to the bank with a couple milskis
Moving out to the water copping ten skis
Penthouse no rent fees
Oh lord let them bells ring
We got Giannis
We got Yelich
Ain't no telling
Where we headed
Boy don't play me
Pop on Brady
We been patient
We been waiting
Writing hits and
Taking stages
Till we sawed off
On a good shot
F*cking wasted
Sophomore year and
We been raging
Body dug up
From the basement
Packing rhymes and
Schemes of greatness
Steady dosing
Heavy chasing
No complacence
Last checked checker flag
In this rat race playing chess
Over checkers just do it
Thats a check I digress
Sonny do you really wanna ball with the best
Independent sound be the dog pound
And when we on its lights out
No L-J like Mike now
96 get it one time now
Mil-walk-double-e mc's
Running to the bank with a couple milskis
Moving out to the water copping ten skis
Penthouse no rent fees
Tell a mother f*cker shut the f*ck up
Smoke trees drink rum
Too long since we had fun
Lethal weapon make a run
Do me get mine no crumbs
Beat going ape shit going dumb
No more underground overlooked homies
Only steady booked name clocked
At the top of the books homie
Saying B Kohr let em off the hook homie
While shook ones blast
Fake ones gasp they last
All Star ball with the best
Better call Saul when i wreck
All I ever wanted was to tell my pops retire early
Put your nuts on the boss desk cop a check pop 40s
While skirting off lot in a pair of 440s
Everybody get up this the new jam now
Generation space jam done grown up now
Independent sound be the dog pound
And when we on its lights out
No L-J like Mike now
96 get it one time now
Mil-walk-double-e mc's
Running to the bank with a couple milskis
Moving out to the water copping ten skis
Penthouse no rent fees
Oh lord let them bells ring
Middle of the rad a tat
Who got the biggest sack
With the ice tap
Doubled with the big strap
Sinbads with the kin bad
Pimping hoes out the Cadillacs
This is why they rap motherf*cker
This is why they rap motherf*cker
Fortune and fame
But you repping the game
Young goat on the way
The throne is yours brother
Writer: Brian Kohr
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid