Headie One & Luciano – Cloud Lyrics

 

Cloud  Lyrics by Headie One & Luciano

 

(Geenaro)
(So, im going to Ghana)

Im countin’ this cream, no Nivia (Yeah)
It’s a infrared beam to hit him up
It’s hustle, I just can’t give it up (No)
I fly overseas, I lift it up (Turn)
I was in Feltham, gettin’ it crackin’
Had the govs tryna bend me up (Su-su)
Now I’m in the stu’ with Luciano (Su, su-su-suu)
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 (No)
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? (Told me turn)
I know you rap, but was you out doin’ drills before the genre
In the cold sales on the Bailey, I was seventeen goin’ under
Feelin’ like some vender
Yo, ain’t it funny how things change?
I’m uptown, eatin’ sea bass with a little black pepper (One)

Send the shoota, that’s man down (Man down)
We the realest, that’s hands down (Hands down)
I got euros, I got pounds (Both)
It’s the currency I can’t count (Turn)
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, ya
Penthouse, groß, Downtown
Mach’ Blue-Cheese, ich leb’ mein’n Traum
Send the shoota, that’s man down (Man down)
We the realest, that’s hands down (Hands down)
I got euros, I got pounds (Both)
That’s the currency I can’t count (Turn)
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, ya
Penthouse, groß, Downtown
Mach’ Blue-Cheese, ich leb’ mein’n Traum

(Missing lyrics) auf Backseat (Drr)
Jeden Tag, Top-Gawls stalk’n mein Insta (Duru)
Fourty Two Blockday, Loco bleibt Block-Life
Immer wach Midnight, immer noch Street-Life (Yeah, yeah)
Girl, wrum-wrum (Negro)
Escalate Chevy (Mwuah)
Boss-Mode, gib mir mein’n Henny (Mwuah)
Connect Headie (Hueh)
Bitch kein blessed, Bitch, nenn mich Daddy
Vierzehn Katana (missing lyrics), mein Babygirl nachts in (missing lyrics)
Steak auf mei’m Teller, bezahl’ mit der Black-Amex, trotzdem die Tasche voll Cash (Yeah)
Ich bin da wo du nicht bist (Yeah)
Sitz’ auf dem Platz, wo du nicht sitzt (Yeah)
Loco-Attack, mach’n Movies, Bitch (Yeah)
Fokussiert, dass was du nicht bist (Yeah)
Poppys Club Los Angeles
30k für Belvedere (Flex)
Puto, mach Platz, denn der Finisher kommt
Aura im Club, doch Julio Don
Poppys Club Los Angeles
30k für Belvedere
Puto, mach Platz, denn der Finisher kommt
Aura im Club, doch Julio Don (Mwuah)

Send the shoota, that’s man down (Man down)
We the realest, that’s hands down (Hands down)
I got euros, I got pounds (Both)
It’s the currency I can’t count (Turn)
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, ya
Penthouse, groß, Downtown
Mach’ Blue-Cheese, ich leb’ mein’n Traum
Send the shoota, that’s man down (Man down)
We the realest, that’s hands down (Hands down)
I got euros, I got pounds (Both)
That’s the currency I can’t count (Turn)
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, ya
Penthouse, groß, Downtown
Mach’ Blue-Cheese, ich leb’ mein’n Traum