paroles de chanson Song Cry - GVO CJ

VO dude
Good kid turned to the goon
Good kid mad city where it's full of doom

Thinking of a way to make 6K by noon
Then do it again, they know I'm staying high till I land
You gon to see who really with you when that shit hit the fan
Go from boy to the man, got the platform and the plan
They sitting on they ass, somebody had to make a stand
Got the world in my palm, now they get out of hand
Clash of the clans, where they send the losers up to Shands

Can't understand, why the hate in the air
Make the song cry, leave the beat with a tear
Don't nobody tell the truth, so I'm living my dares
Bleu cheese, bitch please, we can take it there
Tall trees, big leagues, who going to make it there
Made the rules to the game but I ain't make it fair
Copy the blueprint is you stupid, boy I need my shares
If she say she belong to Ceej it's some cake back there

Bad bitch looking like Caresha Nia Long
I love her cause she know how to make her money long
These hoes be weak, cheap and leach then try to do you wrong
Sit back in my kicks and make hits like I'm Barry Bonds
I need 6 rings for my team, no bronze
Might take the throne in my city, I'm the VO Bron

Nah I ain't fond of how these niggas been acting
Test me, math section gon be full of subtraction
Ima keep making these songs so everybody got captions
Drifting in the rain, looking like I turnt off the traction
Niggas trying to copy style, going broke on that fashion
You know you real when you still bag a bitch in that Pacsun
She getting waxes, cause she know I make ha soul cry
Sound like a love song, I never made her soul dry
V stand for Versatile, I know they hate it when I try
These niggas taking Ls, swear I hate it when they lie

Ain't tryna make it by
I'm tryna touch the sky
Youngest winning in this shit so they ask me why
Did I drop another hit, like I'm J-A-Y
And Z love me, behind that pretty face they know Ceej gon get ugly

Trying to stack these G's, cause I know that money love me
Always rep the V, yeah I know the VO love me
And, Oh it's great to be Mr. GVO dummy
And I can't wait to see how to we turn to young money
Get dumb money, while sipping bubbly
Then they gonna say that I started acting funny
On my headstone I hope it say, the best that's done it
My dawg 15 so I gotta go number one it
I'm Harvin back deep so you better not punt it

I say let's run it, ion wanna hear the song cry
I'll put my pain up on the track and let the song die
Don't try to stab me in the back, I'm the wrong guy
No body bag, this filled with cash, all my friends died
Bad bitches in my DM waiting for reply
While me and mine in the Hilton, like I'm T.Y
Was taught to do it right the first time, now I see why
The second is the worst time, ain't no retry
Drinking champagne on birthdays, like B.I

Gs sitting on the counter
Lame niggas hang together, I ain't never fuck with downers
Only really niggas it ain't never been no different
Put my bitch in Dior cause she love to call me Christian
Or should I get that Louboutin
Put some water round her neck thats my fish out the pond
I'm a Don, don't got no daughter but she call me daddy
If she do a nigga right we can share the addy
It turned into a love song, baddie with a fatty
It ain't bout bread, then it's dead
Don't chat about no patty
Ima be XXL, when my brudda win the Natty

And Ima be daddy, same day I know I got rich
That's gon be the same day I stop saying bitch
Been setting trends so long, these niggas really my jhitts
They know I love that cheese so much, I put it in my grits
Feel like I'm Mike Jack, told them boys that this is it
This the one, they gon bang my shit
Ain't get no banner, where my plaque, trying to hang my shit
I only snap up on the track so they can't change my shit
Young nigga from the city throwing out the first pitch
And get you hit, get the gist, bet not make my list
Cause I wish, somebody out there hoping I miss
Come up out the city and get rich without writing a diss
Know I'm the shit, leave em pissed and my ass to kiss
Sickest Nike nigga, so I wear a mask with this
I know asked for this, so I ain't passing it

They can't grab it from me, cause I ain't no average dummy
Sending out them mummies, perkys in they tummies
While me in bae thinking bout booking flights to London
So I call her Tipton, need a grade A bitch to stop me from pimpin
Cause ain't no love out here for a nigga and everybody know that
Get my waves back, don't wave back, if you changed sides
I keep a Bonnie, in my circle gotta keep Clyde
Gotta have niggas round you, that's like you

Put yo trust into some niggas you know they gon slide
Niggas switch on you for niggas they know ain't gon ride
But that ain't my problem, I know how to solve em, don't need no revolver
I was born to be a baller
I'll Rockafella if a nigga playing w my dollar
Don't got no collar, always with my dawgs, I call em shottas
And don't say nada
Gotta stand my ground
Done snapped for five minutes straight, pick yo favorite noun
Fuck them critics, Ima just make my own crown

Leave em astounded
Be having and they ain't know cause ian have em round me
Tell them boys quit doubtin
And tell them niggas wait they turn why the fuck they poutin
It get cloudy when them niggas trying to bring that clout in
Made the song cry, so my neck looking like a fountain
It done got lonely and cold when the VO reached the mountain
When I get off of my flight, all you niggas been grounded
Don't gotta check in with my hittas they leave you pounded

Had to make the song cry
Had to make the song die

Yeah