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[00:00.000] 作词 : Adrian Baez/Levi de Jong
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Adrian Baez/Levi de Jong
[00:02.028]Oh, oh
[00:04.040]Da-da, oh
[00:06.279]Who see me? Hmm
[00:10.773]Oh, oh
[00:12.523]Hmm
[00:14.528]Hmm, la-la, la-la
[00:16.783]Uh, da-da
[00:19.039]b***h I did this by myself
[00:20.527]Nobody was checkin' on me like last year
[00:22.527]Made it out, it's a problem,
[00:23.776]now these b*****s claimin' they helped
[00:25.035]You should tell me "I'm sorry",
[00:26.290]for callin' me with all that bullshit
[00:27.780]b***h told me "I ain't bout it",
[00:28.779]we be violatin' that full clip
[00:30.523]Told her "That's on everything, yeah",
[00:32.275]got my opp b***h on the floor beggin' for wedding rings
[00:34.038]And these niggas hatin' on me,
[00:35.289]they all p***y, you know they all fake
[00:36.531]b***h you don't know me,
[00:37.795]bang it out on broad day (Yeah)
[00:38.776]Tell a b***h I want my guap,
[00:39.774]you know we keep them guns heavy
[00:40.773]Cummin' all up in her face,
[00:41.790]b***h what you call that cumfetti
[00:42.781]I ain't runnin' from nobody,
[00:44.029]we gon' leave 'em done empty
[00:45.287]Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30
[00:47.535]All these niggas 'round me strapped,
[00:48.788]that be the reason why he mad (Mad)
[00:50.024]So addicted to this smoke,
[00:51.035]my mother researchin' rehab
[00:52.282]b***h I'm really from the X,
[00:53.545]no none of these niggas know me that well
[00:54.782]Ended up robbin' my father,
[00:56.033]for his coke I want that cash well
[00:57.282]Sniper get 'em, I don't play 'bout my shorty,
[00:59.033]he shootin' well (Boom)
[01:00.277]How you claimin' you a huncho,
[01:01.293]in real life you by yourself?
[01:02.028]'Cause if I kill you,
[01:02.777]ain't nobody gon' give a **** about your death
[01:04.287]You really p***y, actin' like you gangster,
[01:05.524]lyin' to yourself (Oh, oh)
[01:06.780]I swear to God I might go off a nigga,
[01:08.285]catch 'em woppin', nigga (Oh, oh)
[01:09.029]Run in the bank, I gotta package,
[01:10.290]twenty thousand dollars, nigga (Oh, oh)
[01:11.530]I just wanna know why,
[01:13.796]they keep talkin' on a nigga? (Oh, oh)
[01:14.536]Grab your b***h then make her fly,
[01:15.531]show her who a boss nigga
[01:16.530]Real rap, my ex ain't really love a nigga, hmm
[01:18.540]I'm traumatized from all this love, my nigga
[01:20.780]Soon as I go turn my back,
[01:21.782]they throwin' subs, my nigga
[01:23.024]That man callin' me his brother 'cause I'm up, my nigga
[01:25.291]Bought a b***h a Birkin bag, yes I'm too lit, brother
[01:27.542]We throw big colors
[01:28.522]Big dripper, leavin' big puddles with my big brothers
[01:30.032]That be meanin' we all live together, that's a big hustle
[01:32.275]Shout out Bando,
[01:34.034]he ain't missin' nothin', we got big guns, it could get done
[01:36.279]Hoppin' off a jet, I got the drop,
[01:37.781]my brodie swervin' off (Yeah)
[01:39.292]Heard she really ****in' with a broke nigga
[01:40.288]she hurtin' now (**** 'em)
[01:41.292]You ain't even got no money to talk to me like first of all (Ayy)
[01:43.290]Yeah you got me bad, in my bag,
[01:44.779]got a purpose now
[01:46.031]Got a lot to say,
[01:47.045]I'm holdin' back 'cause I don't give a **** (Nah)
[01:48.276]Gangsters move in silence,
[01:49.284]he was talkin', I'm still pullin' up
[01:50.528]My new shorty mad 'cause I was in the studio workin' hard
[01:53.038]Like b***h,
[01:53.790]I'm really workin' now
[01:55.036]b***h I did this by myself (Oh)
[01:56.539]Nobody was checkin' on me like last year
[01:58.529]Made it out, it's a problem,
[02:00.032]now these b*****s claimin' they helped (Yeah)
[02:01.030]You should tell me "I'm sorry",
[02:02.275]for callin' me with all that bullshit
[02:03.272]b***h told me "I ain't bout it",
[02:04.544]we be violatin' that full clip
[02:05.537]Told her "That's on everything, yeah",
[02:08.032]got my opp b***h on the floor beggin' for wedding rings
[02:09.776]And these niggas hatin' on me,
[02:11.288]they all p***y, you know they all fake (All fake)
[02:12.283]b***h you don't know me,
[02:13.284]bang it out on broad day (Broad)
[02:14.525]Tell a b***h I want my guap,
[02:16.030]you know we keep them guns heavy
[02:17.037]Cummin' all up in her face,
[02:17.773]b***h what you call that cumfetti
[02:18.772]I ain't runnin' from nobody,
[02:20.030]we gon' leave 'em done empty (On God, yeah)
[02:21.024]Bullet holes up in his body,
[02:22.279]brodie keep they own .30 (Own .30)
[02:23.527]All these niggas 'round me strapped,
[02:24.779]that be the reason why he mad (Mad)
[02:26.035]So addicted to this smoke,
[02:27.025]my mother researchin' rehab (Yeah)
[02:28.281]b***h I'm really from the X,
[02:29.532]no none of these niggas know me that well
[02:30.795](Know me that well)
[02:31.276]Ended up robbin' my father,
[02:32.033]for his coke I want that cash well
[02:33.291](I want that cash, brodie)
[02:35.783]That's on everything, yeah
[02:38.039]Beggin' for wedding rings
[02:40.028]They all p***y, you know they all fak
[02:42.026]Yes I'm too lit, brother
[02:45.286]Who see me?
[02:47.544]See me on the TV
[02:49.786]Showin' all my VVS
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文本歌词

作词 : Adrian Baez/Levi de Jong
作曲 : Adrian Baez/Levi de Jong
Oh, oh
Da-da, oh
Who see me? Hmm
Oh, oh
Hmm
Hmm, la-la, la-la
Uh, da-da
b***h I did this by myself
Nobody was checkin' on me like last year
Made it out, it's a problem,
now these b*****s claimin' they helped
You should tell me "I'm sorry",
for callin' me with all that bullshit
b***h told me "I ain't bout it",
we be violatin' that full clip
Told her "That's on everything, yeah",
got my opp b***h on the floor beggin' for wedding rings
And these niggas hatin' on me,
they all p***y, you know they all fake
b***h you don't know me,
bang it out on broad day (Yeah)
Tell a b***h I want my guap,
you know we keep them guns heavy
Cummin' all up in her face,
b***h what you call that cumfetti
I ain't runnin' from nobody,
we gon' leave 'em done empty
Bullet holes up in his body, brodie keep they own .30
All these niggas 'round me strapped,
that be the reason why he mad (Mad)
So addicted to this smoke,
my mother researchin' rehab
b***h I'm really from the X,
no none of these niggas know me that well
Ended up robbin' my father,
for his coke I want that cash well
Sniper get 'em, I don't play 'bout my shorty,
he shootin' well (Boom)
How you claimin' you a huncho,
in real life you by yourself?
'Cause if I kill you,
ain't nobody gon' give a **** about your death
You really p***y, actin' like you gangster,
lyin' to yourself (Oh, oh)
I swear to God I might go off a nigga,
catch 'em woppin', nigga (Oh, oh)
Run in the bank, I gotta package,
twenty thousand dollars, nigga (Oh, oh)
I just wanna know why,
they keep talkin' on a nigga? (Oh, oh)
Grab your b***h then make her fly,
show her who a boss nigga
Real rap, my ex ain't really love a nigga, hmm
I'm traumatized from all this love, my nigga
Soon as I go turn my back,
they throwin' subs, my nigga
That man callin' me his brother 'cause I'm up, my nigga
Bought a b***h a Birkin bag, yes I'm too lit, brother
We throw big colors
Big dripper, leavin' big puddles with my big brothers
That be meanin' we all live together, that's a big hustle
Shout out Bando,
he ain't missin' nothin', we got big guns, it could get done
Hoppin' off a jet, I got the drop,
my brodie swervin' off (Yeah)
Heard she really ****in' with a broke nigga
she hurtin' now (**** 'em)
You ain't even got no money to talk to me like first of all (Ayy)
Yeah you got me bad, in my bag,
got a purpose now
Got a lot to say,
I'm holdin' back 'cause I don't give a **** (Nah)
Gangsters move in silence,
he was talkin', I'm still pullin' up
My new shorty mad 'cause I was in the studio workin' hard
Like b***h,
I'm really workin' now
b***h I did this by myself (Oh)
Nobody was checkin' on me like last year
Made it out, it's a problem,
now these b*****s claimin' they helped (Yeah)
You should tell me "I'm sorry",
for callin' me with all that bullshit
b***h told me "I ain't bout it",
we be violatin' that full clip
Told her "That's on everything, yeah",
got my opp b***h on the floor beggin' for wedding rings
And these niggas hatin' on me,
they all p***y, you know they all fake (All fake)
b***h you don't know me,
bang it out on broad day (Broad)
Tell a b***h I want my guap,
you know we keep them guns heavy
Cummin' all up in her face,
b***h what you call that cumfetti
I ain't runnin' from nobody,
we gon' leave 'em done empty (On God, yeah)
Bullet holes up in his body,
brodie keep they own .30 (Own .30)
All these niggas 'round me strapped,
that be the reason why he mad (Mad)
So addicted to this smoke,
my mother researchin' rehab (Yeah)
b***h I'm really from the X,
no none of these niggas know me that well
(Know me that well)
Ended up robbin' my father,
for his coke I want that cash well
(I want that cash, brodie)
That's on everything, yeah
Beggin' for wedding rings
They all p***y, you know they all fak
Yes I'm too lit, brother
Who see me?
See me on the TV
Showin' all my VVS