LAUGHIN ALL THE WAY TO THE BANK - M4

YG, yo the beat! (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha (ah) Ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha (damn, psh) Ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha I'm laughin' to the bank like (ha, ha, ha) I'm laughin' at these lames like (ha, ha, ha) (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha I'm flexin' on these lames like (ha, ha, ha) I'm walkin' in the bank like (ha, ha, ha) I'm from O-Block (O-Block), bitch, that's my block (yeah) I be wack? (Damn) ha, ha, ha (hahaha) I smoke loud, loud, loud, love gettin' high, high, high Ain't no drop box, we go buy, buy, buy (bang, bang) She gon' suck my cock like a ba-ba-ba That's lots of guap, I make money, fly, fly, fly Rap album like "ha, ha, ha", in my Au, Au, Au' They hurt like, "Ow, ow, ow", they smoking mild, mild, mild Just got a check for "ha, ha, ha", cashed it like "ha, ha, ha" I laugh like "ha, ha, ha", his bitch like my ride, ride, ride Got a check for "ha, ha, ha", cashed it like "ha, ha, ha" I laugh like "ha, ha, ha", his bitch like my ride, ride, ride Ha, ha, ha (damn, psh) Ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha I'm laughin' to the bank like (ha, ha, ha) I'm laughin' at these lames like (ha, ha, ha) (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha I'm flexin' on these lames like (ha, ha, ha) I'm walkin' in the bank like (ha, ha, ha) I walked in the bank, to get some guap, guap, guap See, I gots lots of guap, this shit won't stop, stop, stop Back to bag rocks, rocks, rocks, switch gears like "Bye, bye, bye" Speed with a hundred miles, laugh at cops like "ha, ha, ha" Y'all can't catch me now, watch me get by, by, by My bitches bi, bi, bi', I hit then "Bye, bye, bye" Then laugh like "Ha, ha, ha", 'cause bitch I'm high, high, high I'm at the top, top, top, I won't go down, down, down I laugh like "Ha, ha, ha", got so much guap, guap, guap I'm what these fuck niggas not, and all these fuck niggas cops I laugh like, "Ha, ha, ha", I'm at the top, top, top I'm what these fuck niggas not, and all these fuck niggas cops I laugh like, "Ha, ha, ha" (damn, psh) Ha, ha, ha (damn) Ha, ha, ha (damn) Ha, ha, ha (damn) I'm laughin' to the bank like (ha, ha, ha) I'm laughin' at these lames like (ha, ha, ha) (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha (Damn) ha, ha, ha I'm flexin' on these lames like (ha, ha, ha) I'm walkin' in the bank like (ha, ha, ha) Ha, ha, ha

I cried all the way to the altar A smile was on my face But tears were in my heart Two hearts broken And a third will soon falter Now to late I know that we Were wrong to part Oh my darlin' now to late We can't go back and start anew Now to late I've thrown away My chance of happiness with you I cried all the way to the altar Now to late I know that we Were wrong to part Take a calendar and turn back all the pages Take my life turn back each day since I was born I cried all the way to the altar Now to late I see the damage I have done Oh my darling now to late We can't go back and start anew Now to late I've thrown away My chance of happiness with you I cried all the way to the altar Now to late I know that we Were wrong to part...

Something 'bout George Jones on the headphones Truth through a microphone Livin' on and on and on in a melody Something 'bout starlight on Kansas The way a wheat field dances Fence posts as far as the eye could see Just gets all the way to me Just gets all the way to me Something 'bout the sound of crack in bottle tops Makes troubles fade and time stop Holdin' that cold somehow sets you free Or thinking back to who I was Saving up for that used truck Her Levi's laying on my Chevy seat Just gets all the way to me Just gets all the way to me It ain't like smoke gets in your clothes Naw, it cuts through my skin and digs in way down deep Soaks in like rain Burns like a flame Takes ahold of my soul underneath Just gets all the way to me Just gets all the way to me Something 'bout a drawer full of yesterdays A hand-me-down knife and a last name And a shoebox full of roots from the family tree Something 'bout me and her And how our love turned into brown eyes looking up The sound of hardwood floors on little feet Just gets all the way to me It ain't like smoke gets in your clothes Naw, it cuts through my skin and digs in way down deep Soaks in like rain Burns like a flame Takes ahold of my soul underneath Just gets all the way to me Just gets all the way to me, hey Something 'bout a wooden cross Forgetting sins, no love lost Gratitude I find on a bended knee Just gets all the way to me Just gets all the way to me Just gets all the way to me It just gets all the way to me It just gets all the way to me It just gets all the way to me Just gets all the way to me Just gets all the way to me, all the way to me

I ain't praying to the only God I'm just praying for you It's been some time since I was your home I'm better off being free I ain't gonna turn around Just gonna leave you be I spend some time with the aftermath And that's better for me Mama should have told you no Papa should've told you sooner You're dancing all the way to hell, yeah You're dancing all the way to hell Mama should have told you so Papa should've told you sooner You're dancing all the way to hell, yeah You're dancing all the way to hell With yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself Yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself Yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself I won't bend for your ego's will I'll just kneel for me Raise my head and look back at you I'm not afraid to see You're heading straight for a cliff Only one way down No matter the direction You wear that hurtful crown Mama should have told you no Papa should've told you sooner You're dancing all the way the hell, yeah You're dancing all the way the hell Mama should have told you so Papa should've told you sooner You're dancing all the way to hell, yeah You're dancing all the way to hell With yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself Yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself Yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself

У меня все плывет в глазах, я щас обдулся лихо У тебя есть даже есть хуй, но ты остался сукой У меня shoota с Дагестана, он почти горилла Ты должен заплатить мне, чтобы я тебя послушал Ты не умеешь панчить, этому не учат в школе У них кислое ебало - они равиоли Тебя отпиздят стулом, как Мамаев и Кокорин Я заливаю все свои обиды алкоголем Эй, эй, get money n' fame Я весь в огне как flame! Твой лёд растает - фейк Я гоняю на бите, как будто я пиздатый гонщик Сначала будет Lada, но потом я сяду в Porsche Я задвинул твоей суке, я взял кубок поршня Ты доедаешь падаль как ебаный, сука, коршун На мне новый свег, я ща утяжелил запястье Ты пиздишь как ебаная сучка на свидании Косишь под бандоса, почему ты не стреляешь? И я был рождён для того чтобы считать пачки, тачки, деньги, сучек В своем деле я блять лучший Новый глок - новый бит Этот чел, он убит Выпущу - будет хит Сука, делай мне дип Мы сегодня выпускаем - это день победы Хоуми бля работал в маке, знает о котлетах От твоей суки слышу только лесть и комплименты Я сделал лучше, у меня иные компоненты M4, сука