Songtexte




That's JoJo
Ayy, Michellin
I seen a lot, done a lot (Uh)
Feds raid this one, we gon' set up at another spot (Woo, woo)
It's winter time, it's comin' like my brothers hot
Nowhere near the finish line
The rallies know my face so the runners gettin' rid of mine (Turn)
The pebbles come in double wrap, no
More money comin' back (Splash, splash)
Lines poppin', it ain't bubble wrap (Turn)
I tell my brother, "Lock that back door" (Why?)
I don't trust these bitches no more, man, they honey trap (Skrrt)
Seen more bee than a wasp nest
They askin' me what's next, say my life complex
Put me in complex, sayin' I'm a monster, I'm a Loch Ness
Still under ovo', man, I know these bitches obsessed
She just wanna follow me, she just want some sex
Tell her, "Get some sense", me, I'm chasin' success (Yeah)
And I came a long way from them bunk beds
No more stoppin', now we run reds
I seen a lot, I done a lot, tell 'em, "Come see" (Uh)
Chase the bag, run it up, got a front seat (Splash, splash)
My block like the butcher's, my nigga love beef (Boom, boom, boom)
Before it turned burgundy, it had a white tee (Grrah)
I seen a lot, I done a lot, tell 'em, "Come see" (Uh)
Chase the bag, run it up, got a front seat (Cash)
My block like the butcher's, my nigga love beef (Boom, boom, boom)
Before it turned burgundy, it had a white tee
Done a lot, seen a lot (I did it)
Had to go 'round there, beat it off (Grrah)
Close my eyes, still hear him skeetin' off
I multiply on them bands you dreamin' of (Uh)
Money comin' quicker than them bitches givin' me the box (Big baby)
No less than thirty-six when I re' it up (Splash)
And we snort it like a hoover (Every)
Everyday, I'm cleanin' up (I see you)
It's a dirty game, them niggas snitchin', man
They got my nigga thirty straight, hurt me when I turn the page (Damn)
It's the street life (I been), I been at it since knee highs
Surrounded by .44, .35s, .32s (Boom, boom, boom)
Seen more sweets than a sweet tooth (Grrah)
Have your tea lookin' like beetroot, I beat two
Dash back, corn go back, back
Did it in a hatchback, dress code black, black (Woo)
I had it wavin' out the cab, no rap cap (No cap)
I did a lot of shit, that should be my hashtag (Skrrt)
I seen a lot, I done a lot, tell 'em, "Come see" (Uh)
Chase the bag, run it up, got a front seat (Splash, splash)
My block like the butcher's, my nigga love beef (Boom, boom, boom)
Before it turned burgundy, it had a white tee (Grrah)
I seen a lot, I done a lot, tell 'em, "Come see" (Uh)
Chase the bag, run it up, got a front seat (Cash)
My block like the butcher's, my nigga love beef (Boom, boom, boom)
Before it turned burgundy, it had a white tee (Grrah)



Autor(en): Christopher Dean Dejesus, Squeeks Unknown Copyright: Payday Music Publishing Europe Ag



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