Dreamville Like Wine Mp3 Download
Check out this new music dubbed Like Wine.
Most respected American record label founded by American rapper J. Cole and his manager Ibrahim Hamad collides with Lute to unveil this undiluted premium single dubbed “Like Wine”.
The song comes with unexpected Bars and incredible lyrics it will definitely keep your day going enticing.
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Dreamville ft Lute Like Wine Mp3 Lyrics
It’s ice cold
Bitch it’s no problem, you see how they squad up [?]
I got forty deep at the tele
Block it got hotter, my nigga got caught up
I told him “Just reach for your celly”
I’m in the bank and I go to the office
Bitch, I don’t go speak to no teller
That bitch [?]
I got a black with Nutella
I feel like white macadamia
I’m just a player, I can’t do no better
Bitch, it ain’t shit you could tell us
Copped the V and it’s Aquafina
Inside same color Tapatío in time
Seen Bassy grow, now I’m in prime
Seen Bassy glow, now I’m in Times Square
Look at me, you might find what you get if you had taken your time there
Going all next summer, still on my climb
No longer wonder what I might find
Rather cherish how my niggas tell it
$50K I take ’em all to Paris
$60K, I take ’em all to Georgia
Life’s a bitch but I still bought her roses
For the still breathin’ if it’s off your shoulders
Bless the burdens ’cause they broaden my shoulders
Got God in my corner
Coming they clear, some orange tones
I know haters abundant, I don’t feel ’em none
I been numb to them niggas like Cortisone
Bassy the builder, the corner stone
If my nigga in a jam I put a hundred bands up
Ain’t serve it underhand
Loyalty, that’s all we need, they’ll never understand us
They’ll never understand
How do you save a man from himself? You gon’ need help
You gon’ need ‘Bron, you gon’ need Jada
You gon’ need Phelps
Summer breeze, this summer be the release get hit
The bricks get stacked
You’s a rider, don’t get jacked
Zuzu life, you knew knew that
So if my nigga in a jam I bet the gun won’t jam up
If they ask me who the shooter than we all gon’ stand up
Then I pull off on my warrior [?]
If you kill ’em, got to kill me too, and that’s what we call love
Oh shit!
Got eyes on that kid, he can die any minute
And he ride for the city (woo)
He ain’t worried bout no big got a clip in his lap and he ride with the Remi’ (oh)
Momma try pray for the baby but the baby gon’ crazy and the baby gon’ spread ya, yuh
Claimin’ you a thug, you a gangsta, you ride with a killa’ but it ain’t one with you
Try me I send the ocean to your city
Show me just where you’re broke and let me kiss it
Here go my shoulder if you need a visit
[?] within fifteen minutes
Going in, I be reaching at your throat
I’m a big bad wolf to the fuckin’ goat
OZ, if they really want the smoke
Rabbit, baby girl, it ain’t the toe
If my nigga in a jam I put a hundred bands up
Ain’t serve it underhand
Loyalty, that’s all we need, they’ll never understand us
They’ll never understand
