American musician DJ Drama unties a brand new music titled “Andale” kindly check out the music mp3 download lyrics below.
Andale Lyrics By DJ Drama
Quality street music
I’m really like that
DJ Drama
Grab the drake
Somebody dyin’ today
I had to find a play like ándale
I put the K to his face
Niggas ain’t come to play
New Lamborghini, hit the gas and I’m gone
Bitch, throw my pinky, I ain’t do nothing wrong
Fuck ’round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song
Fuck ’round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song
Got on Sky Dweller but still got no time-time
I just burnt up her head, I could hit her
My whole team shine, fuck talkin’ ’bout it
I done showed you lil’ niggas I’m realer
I been in this mode, that’s why my pocket overload
Anything fake got exposed, Moncler a lil’ cold
My jeweler iced me out like whoa, they look at my shit like them goals
Louie V on the side of my boots
I’m drippin in sauce so I’m sticky like glue (Saucy)
Never lackin’, pistol packin’
If I clutch it I’ma up it like Blocboy shoot (Yeah)
BWA on my chain, I’m full of codeine
Dang, I done relapsed again
Breadgang on my veins, I’m in my own lane
Fuck it, I done reset the game
I weighed it back in on the scales, show prices like bails nah
Fuck it, I trap off the stage
I get them same number my age, money come in too many ways
My mind in a maze
I ain’t got not time to just waste, Tri-color the face
I’m on a whole ‘nother phase
Got niggas that stuck in they ways, they still in the trap
Scrapin; the pot like a graze
Grab the drake
Somebody dyin’ today
I had to find a play like ándale
I put the K to his face
Niggas ain’t come to play
New Lamborghini, hit the gas and I’m gone
Bitch, throw my pinky, I ain’t do nothing wrong
Fuck ’round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song
Fuck ’round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song
Young nigga caught him a case and he beat it
My opp, he ain’t breathin’, I go feed the needy
Don’t do a post, he a ghost, he ain’t breathin’
Necklace the water, my wrist the Fiji
Bought it, ain’t lease it, penthouse at the Seasons
My plug a secret, the wrist Indonesian
Cool with the teachin’, I guess I’ma lead ’em
Nigga my kid, if he play I’ma beat ’em
My pockets stuck with the green, I’m a vegan
Go try your luck and you gon’ meet a demon
Nigga ain’t tough, he gon’ duck when I see ’em
Fuckin’ that slut, I don’t cuff and I mean it
Two thou’ a cup, expensive drugs when they leanin’
Ratchet like vena, put switches on ninas
Don’t go and subpoena, got mops with the cleaners
She like my demeanour, she know I don’t need her
I’m in the back like the president
Bullet-proof Cadillac, I get’em whacked with no evidence
No we ain’t settlin’, I’m know I’m better than
Watch what you tellin’ me, I up the felony
Niggas hatin’ and I see the jealousy
Out the vacant, we trappin’ like Medellin
Bitch, I’m poppin’, you pop it, I make a scene
Catch a body, that young nigga made the team
Dope and the pills, my mans, he got it
I’m in it, ain’t rent it, I spend it, I buy it
I keep a nigga with a stick outside
You don’t want smoke, put your pride to the side
Nigga, he’ll die, he’ll die, he’ll die
In the G5 while I go in the sky
Ain’t runnin’ a milli up, somebody lyin’
Grab the drake
Somebody dyin’ today
I had to find a play like ándale
I put the K to his face
Niggas ain’t come to play
New Lamborghini, hit the gas and I’m gone
Bitch, throw my pinky, I ain’t do nothing wrong
Fuck ’round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song
Fuck ’round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song
