FSG Rell - Wait a Minute paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Wait a Minute - FSG Rell



Let′s get it
HP after HP I think I should probably weight watch
Had a problem but he dead now, he was late but a great opp
Brought a lil couple thou with me I just wann see they face drop
Couldn't leave if I wanted to, high risk but the pay pop
Cool as shit with no jewelry on, I be chilling but the safe hot
You could ball but you fucked it up, ahh damn what a waste ock
I got rock but I don′t ball, I don't ball but I make shots
I ain't worried ′bout another man why you worried ′bout wha t they got
Got a clip and a stick on me it rap longer than eight mile
Play the nine I don't need the Uzi, Uzi feeling like the Step Child
Kinda ugly but her ass fat, baby dance with ya face down
Rest In Peace all the real niggas, I got ns in the grave now
Ns short with a bag on em bitches ask if I′m Atown
Money up but the ass down got it feeling like H-town
Nowadays it feel all the same, I take love and the hate now
Honestly I don't got options so lay down or get laid down
Hunnit round drum, how you gone dodge it
Bro off the lean right now he nodded
I got some ns that forever plotting
It ain′t my medicine but I'm a pop it
I stand tall everyday I′m solid
I don't got fake anything I got it
I was a younging I made all that noise, play with the drums everyday I'm childish
Everything you say is a lie I don′t doubt it
I don′t got talk bout shit I'm bout it
I don′t give a fuck how long I knew you,
I only fuck with the ns that's riding
We go to war over shit like that
I only fuck with the ns that′s riding
I don't give a fuck how long I knew you,
I only fuck with the ns that′s riding
If I'm around you I would die for you then in return I'm expecting the same
Young caught a body but then end up ratting, we let these lil ns fuck up the game
Your kind of crazy and my kind of crazy I guarantee you the both ain′t the same
Your kind of pain and my kind of pain I guarantee you the both ain′t the same
Call you my sis but you not my sis, you can get hit inside of ya walls
That na a bitch, he don't got no money, he ain′t as thurl and he ain't that buhl
Gimme the bread and I′ll be right back, na you burnt I'm ignoring ya call
I did some things I probably regret, but ain′t no denying that we did it all
Eyeing my phone I'm needin the plug, I feel like I'm babysitting
What I look like even signing a deal I don′t even make commitments
If he can′t deliver it's off with his head, I′m glad that he made the shipment
Shawty a slore but I'll wrap it up Sometimes I can′t resist it
Loss all that hunger and loss all that pain since I was away a minute
He start his story like I had to tell, Alexa play Wait a Minute
Feel like the day to get it, that ain't the way to finish
Money don′t make you different, it only makes a difference
Hunnit round drum, how you gone dodge it
Bro off the lean right now he nodded
I got some ns that forever plotting
It ain't my medicine but I'm a pop it
I stand tall everyday I′m solid
I don′t got fake anything I got it
I was a younging I made all that noise, play with the drums everyday I'm childish
Everything you say is a lie I don′t doubt it
I don't got talk bout shit I′m bout it
I don't give a fuck how long I knew you,
I only fuck with the ns that′s riding
We go to war over shit like that
I only fuck with the ns that's riding
I don't give a fuck how long I knew you,
I only fuck with the ns that′s riding



Writer(s): Tyrell Barr


FSG Rell - Running Wild
Album Running Wild
date de sortie
13-12-2019




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