Songtexte




Bounce
And I just wanna fucken go
I don't got no beef and everybody take my gold
I don't get no sleep cause I'm just watching all my foes
Figure out my beats, just for the, just for the
Just for the, just for the
I don't wanna play no more
I don't really wanna play no more
I gotta stop and flex
I just want your respect
Just move on to the next
Put you in the floor, put you in the floor
Gifting to the side when I've been in awe
What you tryna say, who you tryna fool?
Taking all my grams now you spiritual
Stealing back all my throne
Feelings wack in my zone
Fending it off in due time
Spending the wealth from my lines
Selling your soul to get signed
Struggling, fella, what up?
Why you giving up, gotta pull up
Bitches, always sneak in cars with the stunna
Children, only wanna walk in designer
Oh the scandal
The foolish vandal
Ruined my shop
The candy apple
When we were drugged up
No cares or love spots
And ya'll the dropouts
The winners take fouls
Surprise me on my phone
Tall, vicious, toes
Had to fucken chase
Hidin' all my own mistakes
Major keys, I'm just chasing extacy
Sensually, partners want my ass to just go broke
I'm stuck, snorting up all this stardust
Imagining that I'm popular, signing forms to get socks off
Yeah, gotta stop, wanna fucken stare
I won't
Yeah, you flex with all your shopping
While you dripping with fake options
Yeh you got the sauce
Drinking up the most when you being your own boss
And I'm always fucken stressing when I'm staring at blurred faces
Holding all my glory now when we make it
Hello, piece of mind
Relevant riches
I was so drunk with pride
Never gon' give it up
Even I hope to die
Lemme connect the dots
All of us asking why
Oh pardon my table, my label, they tangled my fable
Single bitches are trapping me but it's two to tango
What's your lingo, where you from and do you walk about it?
I'm just all for truth and that make me an easy target
Inexplainable rhymes
Understanding that time just flies
Figure out what's really on the line
Dreaming bout just making mine
Let me set it off, let me get it off ya
I'm riding in my pad and it's so familiar
You always seem to know what just turn me on
Super fucken fiesty like lil Azalea
Yeh, stop, drop, damn and I cop and tear, I'm stuck
Yeh, saw, them, I'm tryna get these older looking hoes
Cooperating, I'm sorry that this is not you're favorite
I'm trapping with jungle juice
These places that my mind will take them
Yeah me and you again
Me and you again singing to our fucken friends
Yeah I wash it all down with another pill
Keep it moving now loud till we really deal
Stop in the shop you hate
Flock to the blocks in official ways
Skipping all my tracks cause you bubbling
Bitches always make all my suffering



Autor(en): Filip Mitrovic



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