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LYRICFLUENTCloud Lyrics by Headie One Headie One , Luciano
Below, you will find the lyrics for Cloud by Headie One.
Chorus 1
Send the shooter, that's man down
We the realest, that's hands down
I got euros, I got pounds
It's the currency I can't count
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
Penthouse groß, Downtown
Mach' Blue Cheese, ich leb' mein'n Traum
Send the shooter, that's man down
We the realest, that's hands down
I got euros, I got pounds
That's the currency I can't count
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
Penthouse groß, Downtown
Mach' Blue Cheese, ich leb' mein'n Traum
Verse 1
Mein Schatz auf Backseat
Jeden Tag Top-Gyals stalken mein Insta
Forty-two Glock, Loco bleibt Block-Life
Immer wach Midnight immer noch Street-Life
Girl, vroom-vroom
Escalade Chevy
Boss-Mode, gib mir mein'n Henny
Connect Headie
Rich Gang blessed, Bitch, nenn mich Daddy
Fit wie Katana, zu scharf
Mit mei'm Babygirl nachts im Delilah Dinner
Steak auf mei'm Teller, bezahl' mit der Black Amex
Trotzdem die Taschen voll Cash
Ich bin da, wo du nicht bist
Sitz' auf dem Platz, da, wo du nicht sitzt
Loco-Attack, machen Movies, Bitch
Fokussiert, das, was du nicht bist
Poppy's Club, Los Angeles
30k für Belvedere
Puto, mach Platz, denn der Finisher kommt
Aura im Club, Don Julio Don
Poppy's Club, Los Angeles
30k für Belvedere
Puto, mach Platz, denn der Finisher kommt
Aura im Club, Don Julio Don
Chorus 2
Send the shooter, that's man down
We the realest, that's hands down
I got euros, I got pounds
It's the currency I can't count
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
Penthouse groß, Downtown
Mach' Blue Cheese, ich leb' mein'n Traum
Send the shooter, that's man down
We the realest, that's hands down
I got euros, I got pounds
That's the currency I can't count
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
Penthouse groß, Downtown
Mach' Blue Cheese, ich leb' mein'n Traum
Verse 2
I'm countin' this C.R.E.A.M., no Nivea
It's a infrared beam to hit him up
It's hustle, I just can't give it up
I fly overseas, I live it up
I was in Feltham, gettin' it crackin'
Had the govs tryna bend me up
Now I'm in the stu' with Luciano
Is it Hennessy, Sprite or 7UP?
I was dead broke
Wanted to run me a band like the girls in Set It Off
Had to get that pole
I weren't tryna die in the field like Stiliyan Petrov
Out in the T with both
The best other went upsuh and gave pole
A headlock, I marry the streets
Went like I went uptown and bring fizz like coke and mentos
Question?
I know you rap, but was you out doin' drills before the genre?
In the cold sales on the Bailey
I was seventeen going under
Feeling like some vender
Verse 2
Ain't it funny how things change?
I'm uptown, eatin' sea bass with a little black pepper
Chorus 3
Send the shooter, that's man down
We the realest, that's hands down
I got euros, I got pounds
It's the currency I can't count
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
Penthouse groß, Downtown
Mach' Blue Cheese, ich leb' mein'n Traum
Send the shooter, that's man down
We the realest, that's hands down
I got euros, I got pounds
That's the currency I can't count
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
Penthouse groß, Downtown
Mach' Blue Cheese, ich leb' mein'n Traum
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