iurai - A¡ght Songtexte

Songtexte A¡ght - iurai




Yuh yuh yuh bet you on it for the bag, but music ain't about the payroll
I been trying to get the stacks, but trying to have fun on the way though
Tell yo shawty that she bad, but do not wife her cos she fatal
Find the higher edu lad and get yo brain expanse like Plato
Told the devil that we really finna blow him up
Brodie got a son, I been tellin him just to grow him up
Brodie wears a bun, he lookin good but never from the front
Can't walk in the hood, cos I'm a bug how I got whiter blood
Heh, here go the scavenger pullin' the strings on your heart like the doll
Hittin' the top once again like the days wit the boys spendin time on the pitch wit a ball
Wrote this in 4 minutes can't believe that rappers out here really take time and stall
All off the top of the dome like a cap I be wearin' but don't cap at all
Don't cap at all yuh, I try my best but I guess I'm a sinner, PUBG and I get chicken
Dinner cause I Keep Fingers Crossed until I go figure a dub
Don't drown your dreams in the pub, soften your thoughts in the tub
Cause all of my homies and I had our ravens, but God's sendin' gifts with a dove
Yuh, clutched up in his talons droppin' wheat off for us to bake
Rockin' Jimmy Fallon tonight's show be wit the mates
Always find it silly JC on the Mad Lib Theatre, listen to the
Background of this track the Ad Lib metre goin BOW!
Aight, we been touching tracks trippin' up on rocks and metal like we
Listening to Mayday Parade, I been wearin' drip, 77 on the kit that's
Kvaratshkhelia heat, like Sundays array, I been trying to give you all the
Love to keep you healthy, continue greeting call that a hey puree
I'ma find a wifey, we can get to know each other til' we comfy for charades, yuh
You gotta hate, huh? You got some mates, yuh? They got problems too, you gon judge em
For they pain, cuz? You gon give emotional pay-cut, because they
Livin' strange or they faces and things they can't change or explain, bruh
Aight aight aight, I can see how you be playing, but tonight night night
I'ma get you on my pavement, catch a flight flight flight, my two tower's where you aimin'
You can crash and burn the same, but I'ma win unlike history



Autor(en): Iurai Poppinoff



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