paroles de chanson Eight - K1D

Yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah
Oh, hmm-mm
Yeah, aye

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Girls all in my DM
Got no time to spend
I don't need a friend
I'm good all by myself
I can't refuse the head
No sleeping in my bed

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight hoes
On a nigga phone
Won't leave me alone
I can take you home
But I won't get to close
Yeah, we can vibe for sure
But I like what I know

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Bands in a nigga jeans
White T on like Mr. Clean
Flow too fresh, I'm Listerine
Shorty fuck me in her dreams
Real life she get curved
I'm leaning off the syrup (lean)

She talk to much she working on my nerves
And she don't love me, she just want a purse
That's cold, like serious, is you serious?
Girls just make my brain go crazy
Girl just make me go delirious
Crash and burn like Fast 'N Furious

R.I.P. all broken hearts
R.I.P. to what we had my love
Let's spend some time apart
I spent time all on the charts
Her reaction on her face
I'm still glad I had a taste
Yeah, I vibe with what's her name, ehm

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Girls all in my DM
Got no time to spend
I don't need a friend
I'm good all by myself
I can't refuse the head
No sleeping in my bed

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight hoes
On a nigga phone
Won't leave me alone
I can take you home
But I won't get to close
Yeah, we can vibe for sure
But I like what I know

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah-ah
(Yeah, ah-ah)