TyTyBandz - Rat Songtexte

Songtexte Rat - TyTyBandz




Yeah, I don't know why it's so hard to pay a brodie back, yeah
I'm just wanna ride around town, in my brand new maybach, yeah
U is a snitch, yeah, u is a rat, yeah
And if you come around here, yeah, I might just clock that, yeah
NYC, yeah, I hope you die like a rat
Yeah, you owe me money for freshman year, yeah
I hope you die like a rat, rat
Don't matter how long ago it was, but money gonna stack
I should charges, but I don't know about that, yeah
You was to young to have this debt
You get paid, where my check
I throw a 65 on your head, pool of blood, yeah, you dead
You get paid, but where my check
65 bullets right in your neck
Look in my eyes and tell me where my paycheck
Paycheck
Paycheck
Paycheck
Paycheck
Paycheck
Paycheck
Paycheck
Paycheck
Nigga, where my goddamn paycheck
I need paycheck
I can't tell you how much I wanna blow your brains, yeah
I just want my money, yeah, I just wanna get my pay, yeah
Not tomorrow, not even next week, I just want it today, yeah
We could've stayed friends, yeah, until I get paid, yeah
You got me hella quick, now I got another nigga's name, yeah
Yeah, they tell me to quit, but I'm already in the fame, yeah
Kultrecords, yeah, be Vseven the face, yeah
I don't know how much I can tell you, but I just wanna blow your goddamn brains
Me an vseven the face
Pool of blood, yeah, no trace
Paycheck and I'm not even paid
I just wanna blow your fucking brains
Pool of blood, I ain't running no ones
Yeah, you gonna run, but you not faster than this gun
Yeah, you a bitch boy, yeah, take this nut
Yeah, I don't know why it's so hard to pay a brodie back, yeah
I just wanna ride around town in my brand new Maybach, yeah
Yeah, you was a snitch, yeah, you was a rat, yeah
And if you come around here, yeah, I might just clock that
That
NYC, yeah, I hope you die like a rat
Yeah, you owe me money for freshman year, yeah
I hope you die like a rat, rat
Don't matter how long ago it was, but money gonna stack
I should press charges, but I don't know about that, yeah
You was to young to have this debt
You get paid, where my check
I'll throw 65 on your head
Pool of blood, yeah, you dead
You get paid, but where my check
65, who is payin' that
Look in my eyes, they tell me where my pay's at
Pay's at



Autor(en): Tyreese Brookin


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