paroles de chanson No Miss - Lukeybear

Y'all niggas really cannot fuck with this
I shot that nigga, now he don't exist
Dumping his body right into the abyss—
All by myself, I don't need an assist

I'm making this cash, it's hand over fist
Nothing specific, but you get the gist
Y'all niggas really thought that I could miss
I cannot miss—I make a song while I piss, huh

Yah, ya, ya, ya, ya
I'm making money—that's all that I need
You don't compare, nigga, you Little League
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
When I get a check, I'm a spend it on me
And on the ones that we call family

I might just float
I'm like, "Hi, here I go."
I'm like why do I feel like I might die on this road?
Uhm, I'm high—that's for sho'
Got my mind on the gold
Lie after lie—all these lies that I'm told

Pop a shroomie for the studio—you know I'm getting geeked
Getting money, smoking weed—I guess it's rinse and then repeat
I apologize that I fucked yo' bitch, and then she leave
You should realize that she's the one who came to me

I get high, and I mind my own business
Feeling fine, pay no mind to these bitches
Take my time—don't got time for no misses
It's a sign—this is mine, bitch, I'm gifted

Y'all niggas really cannot fuck with this
I shot that nigga, now he don't exist
Dumping his body right into the abyss—
All by myself, I don't need an assist

I'm making this cash, it's hand over fist
Nothing specific, but you get the gist
Y'all niggas really thought that I could miss
I cannot miss—I make a song while I piss, huh

Yah, ya, ya, ya, ya
I'm making money—that's all that I need
You don't compare, nigga, you Little League
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
When I get a check, I'm a spend it on me
And on the ones that we call family

I eat an edible—I feel incredible
He think he hot, but you know that I'm better, bro
You is a random, and I am an animal
Tear yo' shit up—I might turn into cannibal

I'm incomparable—your shit is terrible
Vocally murder you, then I'm a bury you
Yo' shit unbearable—that shit embarrassing
I hope that you make some better material

In the back of the V
Packing the green
Got yo' bitch on me—she macking on me
I just get cash, and it's actually cream
Smoke it and pass it—nah, pass it to me

Casually
Turn to a savage—what happened to me?
This is my passion if you asking me
Murder the track—it's a casualty

Told these niggas, nah, I don't fuck with a label
Connecting money like the TV and a cable
Told these niggas I get cheese like it's Alfredo
I shoot my shot—no, I don't miss. Give you a halo

Y'all niggas really cannot fuck with this
I shot that nigga, now he don't exist
Dumping his body right into the abyss—
All by myself, I don't need an assist

I'm making this cash, it's hand over fist
Nothing specific, but you get the gist
Y'all niggas really thought that I could miss
I cannot miss—I make a song while I piss, huh

Yah, ya, ya, ya, ya
I'm making money—that's all that I need
You don't compare, nigga, you Little League
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
When I get a check, I'm a spend it on me
And on the ones that we call family