Yung Lan on the track It's how these hoes do, bro When shit don't go, man They gon' jump whatever dick jumpin' at the time, you heard me
You know I find it funny how, you was actin' funny 'round me Wouldn't let me touch you, ow, think I'm disgustin' Or I prolly wouldn't get enough money, ouch I had to buckle down You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now You know I find it funny how, you been actin' funny now My name rangin' money, power, showin' off your body now Dancin' to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd Textin' me and tellin' me I'm dead, I'm gonna love you long
Bitch, I coulda been like Chance the Rapper Penitentiary chances, I took a chance at rappin' Black sheep of the family Everything I touched would turn to shit Nobody proud of me Consistently a fuck up like a black cloud was surrounding me Niggas I was loyal to, behind my back they clownin' me I was really diggin' this lil' bitch and she skipped out on me With this Nfl nigga, she went out of town on me Shoutout to the disbelievers, 'preciate you for doubtin' me When that shit happened with [?] you went and put that in the hood But they both know what's happenin' with me, I eat that pussy good You exposed yourself and now, shit you would never know about I took a shot, get outta line, you get your brains blowed out
You know I find it funny how, you was actin' funny 'round me Wouldn't let me touch you, ow, think I'm disgustin' Or I prolly wouldn't get enough money, ouch I had to buckle down You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now You know I find it funny how, you been actin' funny now My name rangin' money, power, showin' off your body now Dancin' to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd Textin' me and tellin' me I'm dead, I'm gonna love you down
You know I'm platinum, I got status on some hood shit You know I wish, I could not see through all your bullshit You know I wish it could be us, we could good with it I done tipped off, a thousand miles past hood rich I ain't forget where I came from, we was in them trenches I can't forget all my day ones, know I miss you niggas You did me dirty, now I got you niggas in your feelings I'm in the booty club, throwin' money at them strippers Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't know how, I don't know how to turn down (Say look, it retarded) God sent me an angel when he sent me Dreka And it all while in a drought, we made 'em all believe 'em
You know I find it funny how, you was actin' funny 'round me Wouldn't let me touch you, ow, think I'm disgustin' Or I prolly wouldn't get enough money, ouch I had to buckle down You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now You know I find it funny how, you been actin' funny now My name rangin' money, power, showin' off your body now Dancin' to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd Textin' me and tellin' me I'm dead, I'm gonna love you long
Ayy Don't let me catch you niggas stamina, uh I'm supposed to be your baby, I'm supposed to be your baby now
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Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Kevin Gilyard (Gates Kevin) (SOUNDEXCHANGE)Publicado em 2019 (08/Nov)ECAD verificado fonograma #20891250 em 21/Abr/2024