paroles de chanson Up - Koi

Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

Sittin' still, textin' you expectin' you to answer
Late night on the phone thinkin' that I really matter
Thought you really loved me 'cause you fucked me in your Buick
Really all that time you was hoeing to my music (yeah, yeah)

Now she wanna flex up
She ain't know we next up (yeah)
Now she on the 'Gram talkin' 'bout how she blessed now (yeah)
Jury like a judge
Bad ho, you can't touch, yeah
Why you talk that money but you ain't got enough? Yeah

Brunette blowin' cigarettes out the window
Why you say you crippin' but your pockets in the red though? (Yeah)
Big ballin', big bands, shawty, 'cause I said so (yeah)
Thick ho, diamond chain shining like the rainbow (yeah)

Yeah, my wrist be like a pool
Shawty hop in coupes
Why you on the 'Gram flexin' wearin' Fruit of Loom?
Yeah, Bape head on my white tee
I just got a bad jawn, she my wifey, yeah

Gucci, Louis, Prada, it excite me (it excite me, yeah)
All these bad hoes, they excite me (yeah, yeah)
I don't need them, I need you
I don't need them, I needed you (yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)

Sittin' still, textin' you expectin' you to answer
Late night on the phone thinkin' that I really matter
Thought you really loved me 'cause you fucked me in your Buick
Really all that time you was hoeing to my music (yeah, yeah)

Now she wanna flex up
She ain't know we next up (yeah)
Now she on the 'Gram talkin' 'bout how she blessed now (yeah)
Jury like a judge
Bad ho, you can't touch, yeah
Why you talk that money but you ain't got enough? Yeah

Now she wanna flex up
She ain't know we next up (yeah)
Now she on the 'Gram talkin' 'bout how she blessed now (yeah)
Jury like a judge
Bad ho, you can't touch, yeah
Why you talk that money but you ain't got enough? Yeah

Maybe it was my fault
I'll take all the blame you put on me
It's alright, it's alright
I've died, yeah

Yeah, sittin' still, textin' you expectin' you to answer
Late night on the phone thinkin' that I really matter
Thought you really loved me 'cause you fucked me in your Buick
Really all that time you was hoeing to my music (yeah, yeah)

Now she wanna flex up
She ain't know we next up (yeah)
Now she on the 'Gram talkin' 'bout how she blessed now (yeah)
Jury like a judge
Bad ho, you can't touch, yeah
Why you talk that money but you ain't got enough? Yeah