Mak11 - Tell Nobody (feat. KP28) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Tell Nobody (feat. KP28) - Mak11



If an opp run up he might get hit
But we won't tell nobody
On the watch bust down want that drip
Want one for everybody
We all only got one life to live
And y'all wanna catch a body
But we not gon' talk like we won't do shit
If we gotta end somebody
If an opp run up he might get hit
But we won't tell nobody
On the watch bust down want that drip
Want one for everybody
We all only got one life to live
And y'all wanna catch a body
But we not gon' talk like we won't do shit
If we gotta end somebody
If I gotta end somebody
I cannot defend no thotty
I just want the Benz wide body
I am not your friend I'm cocky
Sipping on blends I'm sloppy
Get in my end zone, hockey
My bitch is a ten she gon' top me
Want my wrist all on wet like a pond be
I can't let the opps breathe
Off this Jet Fuel flowing top speed
Tryna stand under palm trees
Opps ain't never gonna stop me
Imma land in the hot seat
I'll be popping end up on your top three
I'm the man I see y'all weak
I keep dropping forever I got heat
Flame, something like the sun
Aye, yup the youngin' number one
On gang, I keep it coming by the ton
No way, they keeping up with what I've done
No front while they sleep I double up my funds
Ain't nothing come cheap I'm running up a sum
She sucking my D I put it on her gums
I cut up the beef ain't jumping to the gun
I does it for fun, but I be professional
Up in her guts, yup her intestinals
Come for the bucks, no ducking the decimals
Jump in the truck, ain't stuck on the sectional
Couple of puffs from the bud I'm a vegetable
Drugs in my cup got me slumped right on schedule
Drunk out in public I'm stunting perpetual
Fuck up some hunnits my hustle immeasurable
If an opp run up he might get hit
But we won't tell nobody
On the watch bust down want that drip
Want one for everybody
We all only got one life to live
And y'all wanna catch a body
But we not gon' talk like we won't do shit
If we gotta end somebody
If an opp run up he might get hit
But we won't tell nobody
On the watch bust down want that drip
Want one for everybody
We all only got one life to live
And y'all wanna catch a body
But we not gon' talk like we won't do shit
If we gotta end somebody
Got a .45 up on my hipbone
Shorty go savage on that dick
She throw a fit though
Ain't got time, I just sip slow
I call my slime up on my flip phone
Shorty kissing on the tip like there be mistletoe
I spit wisdom in this bitch but they don't listen though
I get that piff all by the zip straight to my ZIP code
I always hit I never miss I just dismiss my foes I'm balling
Shorty keep on ringing on my phone she still be calling
I'm scoring bet I sink it when I throw it like LeBron is
Recording and I'm thinking 'bout the dough all in my wallet
They forfeit when I'm winning in this hoe I gotta profit
They lost it, I be on my boss shit
I believe in God but all these haters be agnostic
I'm saucing, popping off like Wass is
Hot like molotovs, when we toss 'em leave no hostage, aye



Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald


Mak11 - Quarantined Deluxe - EP
Album Quarantined Deluxe - EP
date de sortie
07-11-2020




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