paroles de chanson Out the Way (feat. Tom Arro) - K Hella

Aye, yeah
Give a fuck about nothin
Fuck about nothin
I'm adding the substance
Always encrusted
Never been rusty
Aint got the time
No interruptions
Yeah
Okay
Aye
Hard in the empty
Please do not tempt me
Been through too much
Been through too many
I fell out of love
Thought it was lust
Turned into envy (Yah, yeah)
Give a fuck about nothing
I been adding all of the substance
Always encrusted
Never been rusted
I aint got the time
No interruptions
Aint got the time
No more discussions
Fucked it up
Damn
Count it up
Damn
Count it up
Damn
Yeah, damn
Fucked it up
Damn
Count it up
Damn
How much is that
Damn
Say they wanna know how I'm comin
Ten toes down so I hit the ground runnin
Might post up like Andre Drummond
Like Lil Wayne I'm right above it
Louie V all on my luggage
Try n move me but I ain't budgin
This is not up for discussion
My shit way above your budget
(Na na na)
All they do is talk like bla bla bla
While they tryna stay alive like ah ah ah
Fat lady singin like la la la
Now I'm laughin to the bank like ha ha ha
Fuck all that minimum wage
I heat it up watch the temperature change
When I engage
I ain't got much so I give you my pain
Let me explain
Nowadays I don't give a fuck bout nothin
Straight from the bottom to the top I'm bussin
Yeah the beat dirty so the flow disgusting
Some like MC Hammer can't touch this
Fresh out the box (Yeah)
Steppin ten toes like ice on the rocks
Just like my pop (Yeah yeah)
Just got the mop, just got the top
Just got the key to my city it's locked
Just got the key to my city it's locked
Hating to see it I hope that they rot
Say that you with me I know that you not
Too much dip on your chip, busta
I must admit I'm a smooth mothafuckahh
I am so real I exist, suckah
You will get rolled like a spliff, yuppah
Dippin my chip where I please
I'm up so high at the tip of the trees
Don't promote violence that shit ain't for me
When I'm on the mic feel a shift in degrees
Grindin late night while I sip on my tea
Why would I lie when I'm living this free
Know that I'm new to the room
But you ain't gotta stare at my shoes just to witness defeat (Aye)
Sorry can't hear you, smokin on loud pack
Cant stand near you, no I don't allow that
Heard that I fear you, sorry I doubt that
Last year the air ball, this year the bounce back
No I don't care bout nothin they say
Prolly upset shit ain't goin they way
I'ma let it rip like it was Beyblade
Simon said bitch better get out the way (Aye)
Get out the way
Get out the way