paroles de chanson Warning - Boregard. , Wiley From Atlanta

Real life shit, don't come with a warning
Why I thank God, when I wake up in the morning
Demons all around horny, they coming for me
Shit was shiny now it's stormy, why didn't nobody warn me
Real life shit, don't come with a warning
Why I thank God, when I wake up in the morning
Demons all around horny, they coming for me
Shit was shiny now it's stormy, why didn't nobody warn me

I find that I get the highest at my lowest point
All these niggas be lying I don't know the point
My nigga this is not denim, this shit is corduroy
Catch me slipping, never let you niggas know the joy
It's a blessing, you can even say you know the boy
Outta question, if you even say you know the man
Imma empty out my clip, and then reload again
Got a lot of shit to talk about, I can't hold it in
Never going out sad, so I guess I'm going in
Dope like opium, kush loud it need a podium
Drop it if you salty bitch, I'm tryna watch my sodium
I be gassing up, niggas jelly like petroleum
Sierra Leonean, and you just cubic zirconium
Got a lot of gas, make the studio Stankonia
Had call these niggas out, they couldn't be phonier
Tryna fornicate, with my bae, in California

Damn

Real life shit, don't come with a warning
Why I thank God, when I wake up in the morning
Demons all around horny, they coming for me
Shit was shiny now it's stormy, why didn't nobody warn me
Real life shit, don't come with a warning
Why I thank God, when I wake up in the morning
Demons all around horny, they coming for me
Shit was shiny now it's stormy, why didn't nobody warn me

Zooming, zooming
Said she cried to my music
Speaker, subwoofer booming
Forty ripple by the FocusRite
Fell in love with the movement
Screen door slam-booming
Liquor shaking like it's cellulite
Make it hard for me to focus right
I'm in LA cause the smoke is right
Half a OZ in the zip, aye
Yellow brick avenue trip
I beat the bet up and dip
Charging my battery
Charge me with battery
Flattering skirt on your hips
Pull up like skirt and I dip
Amityville with the whip
Ghost riding that shit
Break it down, this for genius
Hundreds heavy in my jeans
Big conversations happen in my e-mails
Going down in the DM's
She menage with the dick
She Minaj with the Details
Come alive, she like cheap thrills
Fear of God, fear of weak males
Fear of weekends, full of weak men
And acrylic tips, on extended clips
With your fingers gripped, she on three rails
Aint concerned with the details
Put the money in the fucking bag
Blue faces under green nails
Blue faces under green nails

Warning
Warning
Warning
Warned me

Warning
Warning
Warning
Warned me