paroles de chanson Wouldn't Believe It - Nafe Smallz

Buckroll on the beat

I bet if I tell you it all you wouldn't believe it
Pull up and fuck and I'm gone, lately how I'm feelin'
I ain't on breakin' your heart, keepin' all these secrets
We meant to be fuckin' baby, you know what the deal is
This ain't no feelings
Why you jumpin' in the deep end?
All that money on me I fell in love with the weekend
I was with my niggas, now they locked up, can you free them?
Livin' in this jungle, everyday I pray for freedom
I'ma keep it real with you, baby, 'cause I'm a realist
And all my real niggas 'round the world, I know they feel this
I'ma chase that money, that drama shit, I don't need this
Do this for my mumma, my people, I'm on some Meek shit
I was on the corner, sellin' fiends, I had to cheek shit
Now she see me livin' on some 5-star suite shit
Drippy like a baller baby, you know how we keep shit
I fly you to the islands on some fuckin' Middle East shit
It's zone season

They thought that I'd be finished and quittin' they got it wrong
Keep your eyes on the mission and don't let nobody stall you
I been on the ropes and tryna get it since a youngin
So I don't call the money, I just let that money call you
Fucked up the re-up many times, I never fall through
Stressin' 'bout that money, happy that's a bag of old news
Funny how they change on you when talkin' 'bout the old you
The only time them niggas turn you back is when they owe you
Told them niggas I don't trust you as far as I throw you
I'm goin' Super Saiyan on these niggas like I'm Goku
Can't tell you the loud and know the liquor that I go tru'
All the bad bitches I just hit and never spoke to, man I got no clue
All this shit that's in my life, I've been tryna show you
I ain't really been the type but I'm getting round to it
She gone fuck me every night, hit the spliff on round two
I bet if I tell you it all you wouldn't believe it
Pull up and fuck and I'm gone, lately how I'm feelin'
I ain't on breakin' your heart, keepin' all these secrets
We meant to be fuckin' baby, you know what the deal is
This ain't no feelings
Why you jumpin' in the deep end?
All that money on me I fell in love with the weekend
I was with my niggas, now they locked up, can you free them?
Livin' in this jungle, everyday I pray for freedom
I'ma keep it real with you, baby, 'cause I'm a realist
And all my real niggas 'round the world, I know they feel this
I'ma chase that money, that drama shit, I don't need this
Do this for my mumma, my people, I'm on some Meek shit
I was on the corner, sellin' fiends, I had to cheek shit
Now she see me livin' on some 5-star suite shit
Drippy like a baller baby, you know how we keep shit
I fly you to the islands on some fuckin' Middle East shit
It's zone season