paroles de chanson No Room - M33ch

Aye aye
I been makin' music since about the 8th grade
For I even thought about trappin' had to change ways
Fuckin' on a bad ass bitch she a brace face
Boy I can't even hop on the beat if I don't make cake
Know I stay with 5 and he shootin' on mayday
Claim she want a rich nigga but she don't even make cake
Nah it ain't no pullin' over get to skirtin' from the jakes aye
Girl it ain't really bout what you do
Know a couple young niggas that'll shoot
2018 I was blue
Cuz my ex bitch was lovin' on the crew
And now they tryna tell me i'm rude
Cuz I done turned this shit into some tunes
Girl my love for you I got no room
Now I don't even care bout what you do

Hey Hey
Pray to god that I really gotta change ways
Cuz I been switching different bitches by the day aye
Coolin' with Von and i'm sippin' on drank aye
Know my niggas runnin' up on niggas get to spray aye
Can't conversate with 12 so i'm skirtin' on the jakes aye
Can't wait to turn my honda to a muhfuckin' wraith aye
Steady steppin' on niggas put the pedal to ya face aye
See that i'm on and they diggin' it
Boy i'm so fly with the game you would think they was rigging it
Y'all know 3 be in the cut just countin' his benjamins
She fuck with a young nigga on her J Pickett shit
I'm a young gifted nigga ain't born on christmas
Throw Meech on the on the beat you know he gone be rippin' shit
Never lackin' with 5 steady ridin' with plenty sticks
Tryna go from nike techs to rockin' all fendi fits
Boy I don't made plenty hits
Boy I done took many shits
On niggas who thinking the fuck with me
But they steady breathing that's luckily
Thought you was my brother you fucked with me
Thought you was gone run up them bucks with me
But you ended up cuffin' my old P
Hey hey
I'm knowin' that she wishin' she could change ways
But it's too late you already done went 2 faced
Now it's a new wave
Girl we could be Chrisean and Blueface
Girl I feel a type of way cuz I ain't seen you in 2 days
Know we coulda been tied up I ain't talkin' no shoe lace
Boy i'm young and i'm sick and shit
Kinda like them flu days
Know they gone hate when we rich and shit
Cuz you knowin' that the whole crew ate
Can't fuck with these bitches you know they be fugazi
Girl I ain't really been in the mood lately
Cuz all I been thinking about is you lately
And now i'm fuckin' bitches by the few baby

Aye aye
I been makin' music since about the 8th grade
For I even thought about trappin' had to change ways
Fuckin' on a bad ass bitch she a brace face
Boy I can't even hop on the beat if I don't make cake
Know I stay with 5 and he shootin' on mayday
Claim she want a rich nigga but she don't even make cake
Nah it ain't no pullin' over get to skirtin' from the jakes aye
Girl it ain't really bout what you do
Know a couple young niggas that'll shoot
2018 I was blue
Cuz my ex bitch was lovin' on the crew
And now they tryna tell me i'm rude
Cuz I done turned this shit into some tunes
Girl my love for you I got no room
Now I don't even care bout what you do
Nah