Biografia:
Dave East is an emerging artist from Harlem, NY. His music is regularly featured on Hot 97, Power 105, Shade 45, and Sirius' Hip Hop Nation. With a loyal fan-base ranging from record executives to professional athletes and artists alike, Dave East is quickly becoming a staple within NY's new-school of hip hop.
This newcomer displays versatile flow and distinct voice as he raps over vintage sounding production.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
Am
I ain't drink in a minute
Am
I got a bitch that's going both ways
Am
I'm paid
Am
Now I'm smokin' out the back seat
Am
Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor
F
(Kairi you good baby?)
Am
I got a bitch that's going both ways
Am
I'm paid
Am
So, now I'm smokin' out the back seat
Am
Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor
[Verse 1]
Am
Red lights
Never see 'em when the roof gone
Am
Bally sneakers, with the patent leather
Never see 'em
Am
Floors seats
At the Garden, next to Spike Lee
Am
Everybody dyin' before we flee the night scene
F Am
Bad coke, niggas' sniffin', I take the long route
Am
Chrome out
Send a nigga' to the most high
Am
Drove by
On a mission like it's '05
Am
Henny' bottle, Fendi belt
My shit is felt
Am
I was locking in
Am
Six months without no help, it was routine
Am
Hits the dips, push-ups between
Am
Buncha' .50 clips
Am
Gettin' ripped, nigga' lookin' like a king
Am
I was fresh out, me and Gutta
F
Gutta I need you to do me this favor boy,
Am
hold this down for me, you know I'mma be right back
Am
Bodega, still pitchin'
Molly powder and Dasani make you feel different
Am
Shell shocked, niggas' on you hit the kill switch'n'
Am
Vietnam
Shit like it's 'Nam over here, you nigga's dyin'
Am
Bipolar
Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger
Am
Momma on him, like go to school, 'cause the bills due
Am
Told him be safe, I can't afford it
Am
'Cause they head-hittin', bed flippin'
F
Under mattress kept the four-fever
Am
Uncle Butchy won't let us hustle out the same apartment
Am
Trap spot, smellin' like death on a cold night
Am
Summertime, playin' them benches, like we can't play
Am
Hit the park, my gloves on, he think I'm O.J
Am
Kim K, I want your sister with the long face
Long K
Am
A million dollars make my mama smile
Am
Kairi, your daddy love you, I'm a real nigga'
F
Strap on me
Am
Never tellin', cut my tongue out
F
Give niggas' game from a jacuzzi, like this Run's House
Am
Shop open 24/7, bitch we don't close
Am
Graveyard
No gloves on, my hands was so cold
Am
Black shit, black gun
Black Giuseppe's in a black whip
Am
Black tape, wrapped around a fuckin' white brick
Am
White chick, try to tell me what the price is
Am
Nice kids, we were tryin' rob a hundred bands
F
Son of Sam, make the summer hot
Am
All the spring, keep it clean
F
Niggas' run a lot
Am
Duck tape
Am
No breathin', that's my season
Get a warm coat
Am
Dead broke, that was us
[Outro]
Am
Let the Lord send 'em
Don sippers
I ain't going back and forth with 'em
Am
I'm different
If it's murder, we could trade it off
Am
Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox
Bitch I came to ball
Am
Backwoods all by myself, ain't gotta' hang wit ya'll
F
Let the Lord send 'em
Am
Don sippers
Never going back and forth with 'em
Am
I'm different
If it's murder, we could trade it off
Am
Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox
Bitch I came to ball
Am
Backwoods all by myself, ain't gotta' hang wit ya'll
Am
Black shit, black gun
Black Giuseppe's in a black whip
Am
Black tape, wrapped around a fuckin' white brick
Am
White chick, try to tell me what the price is
Am
Nice kids, we were tryin' rob a hundred bands
F
Son of Sam, make the summer hot
F Am
No breathin', my season
Am
Get a warm coat
Dead broke, that was us nigga'
Am
My bitch said I'm bipolar, I hope the pills help
Am
My nigga said I'm bipolar, I hope the pills help
Am
This bitch said I'm bipolar, I hope the pills help
Am
Bipolar
F
Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger
Am
Bipolar
F
Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger
Am
I ain't drink in a minute
Am
I got a bitch that's going both ways
Am
I'm paid
Am
Now I'm smokin' out the back seat
Am
Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor
F
(Kairi you good baby?)
Am
I got a bitch that's going both ways
Am
I'm paid
Am
So, now I'm smokin' out the back seat
Am
Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor
[Verse 1]
Am
Red lights
Never see 'em when the roof gone
Am
Bally sneakers, with the patent leather
Never see 'em
Am
Floors seats
At the Garden, next to Spike Lee
Am
Everybody dyin' before we flee the night scene
F Am
Bad coke, niggas' sniffin', I take the long route
Am
Chrome out
Send a nigga' to the most high
Am
Drove by
On a mission like it's '05
Am
Henny' bottle, Fendi belt
My shit is felt
Am
I was locking in
Am
Six months without no help, it was routine
Am
Hits the dips, push-ups between
Am
Buncha' .50 clips
Am
Gettin' ripped, nigga' lookin' like a king
Am
I was fresh out, me and Gutta
F
Gutta I need you to do me this favor boy,
Am
hold this down for me, you know I'mma be right back
Am
Bodega, still pitchin'
Molly powder and Dasani make you feel different
Am
Shell shocked, niggas' on you hit the kill switch'n'
Am
Vietnam
Shit like it's 'Nam over here, you nigga's dyin'
Am
Bipolar
Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger
Am
Momma on him, like go to school, 'cause the bills due
Am
Told him be safe, I can't afford it
Am
'Cause they head-hittin', bed flippin'
F
Under mattress kept the four-fever
Am
Uncle Butchy won't let us hustle out the same apartment
Am
Trap spot, smellin' like death on a cold night
Am
Summertime, playin' them benches, like we can't play
Am
Hit the park, my gloves on, he think I'm O.J
Am
Kim K, I want your sister with the long face
Long K
Am
A million dollars make my mama smile
Am
Kairi, your daddy love you, I'm a real nigga'
F
Strap on me
Am
Never tellin', cut my tongue out
F
Give niggas' game from a jacuzzi, like this Run's House
Am
Shop open 24/7, bitch we don't close
Am
Graveyard
No gloves on, my hands was so cold
Am
Black shit, black gun
Black Giuseppe's in a black whip
Am
Black tape, wrapped around a fuckin' white brick
Am
White chick, try to tell me what the price is
Am
Nice kids, we were tryin' rob a hundred bands
F
Son of Sam, make the summer hot
Am
All the spring, keep it clean
F
Niggas' run a lot
Am
Duck tape
Am
No breathin', that's my season
Get a warm coat
Am
Dead broke, that was us
[Outro]
Am
Let the Lord send 'em
Don sippers
I ain't going back and forth with 'em
Am
I'm different
If it's murder, we could trade it off
Am
Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox
Bitch I came to ball
Am
Backwoods all by myself, ain't gotta' hang wit ya'll
F
Let the Lord send 'em
Am
Don sippers
Never going back and forth with 'em
Am
I'm different
If it's murder, we could trade it off
Am
Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox
Bitch I came to ball
Am
Backwoods all by myself, ain't gotta' hang wit ya'll
Am
Black shit, black gun
Black Giuseppe's in a black whip
Am
Black tape, wrapped around a fuckin' white brick
Am
White chick, try to tell me what the price is
Am
Nice kids, we were tryin' rob a hundred bands
F
Son of Sam, make the summer hot
F Am
No breathin', my season
Am
Get a warm coat
Dead broke, that was us nigga'
Am
My bitch said I'm bipolar, I hope the pills help
Am
My nigga said I'm bipolar, I hope the pills help
Am
This bitch said I'm bipolar, I hope the pills help
Am
Bipolar
F
Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger
Am
Bipolar
F
Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger
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