17 Lyrics – Devin Griffin & LK Shmoov
Singer: Devin Griffin & LK Shmoov
Title: 17
Yeah this life
It’s way too nice
All my shots been going in i’m too precise
We gon’ climb
You out of time
Say we up next i’m already in my prime
17 or less, shoutout lil rocko
Rumble with the opps, shoutout nacho
Giving you a count, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
I ain’t got friends only mass muchachos
Swerving too fast beware of the potholes
Everybody livid feel the presence where i go
Dodge federal you know that i drive slow
And i got the range like a brand new crossbow
17 or less, shoutout lil rocko
Rumble with the opps, shoutout nacho
Giving you a count, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
I ain’t got friends only mass muchachos
Swerving too fast bеware of the potholes
Livid, еverybody feel the vibe where i go
Dodge federal you know that i drive slow
And i got the range like a brand new crossbow
Deadbeats get off of my payroll
Count up so many times now it’s my day yo
Ice payed the lawyer now looking at case closed
Left with the patek i’m watching the face glow
Feeling sacred like huron
Lone wild wolf i’m a highwayman
Cashing at dust and we count up at dawn
Insert the check and i send a response
She waiting on a response i don’t text back
We just hop off of the flight with no jetlag
We get the check and we move to the next bag
Unload the clip my shooter got the next mag
I’m like who want the smoke
It’s funny how i used to rap as a joke
I always keep my balance you on a tightrope
You better confess up like i am the pope (yah)
Take a look at the face of the franchise
You think you safe but you ain’t got mob ties
Way that i’m dripping you’d think i got baptized
Pull up in the past i only go clockwise
Just like the wrist, it’s dancing
I told her pull up to the mansion
She freaky like marilyn manson
So she going ghost in the phantom
Yeah this life
It’s way too nice
All my shots been going in i’m too precise
We gon’ climb
You out of time
Say we up next i’m already in my prime
17 or less, shoutout lil rocko
Rumble with the opps, shoutout nacho
Giving you a count, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
I ain’t got friends only mass muchachos
Swerving too fast beware of the potholes
Livid, everybody feel the vibe where i go
Dodge federal you know that i drive slow
And i got the range like a brand new crossbow
17 or less, shoutout lil rocko
Rumble with the opps, shoutout nacho
Giving you a count, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
I ain’t got friends only mass muchachos
Swerving too fast beware of the potholes
Everybody livid feel the presence where i go
Where i go, oh oh
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