paroles de chanson Dirty Dishes - Nibo feat. Aydan Emoji

Uh, yeah, Emoji
Cross the line, I bet the gradient been feeling different (facts)
Weathered the storm and sent some blood to get back in the kitchen (that's facts)
But you got dirty dishes, your reputation distant
You went from hood to hood trying to find the peace, that's what missing
But home is not location, your home is not a trap basin'
Where the place is waiting, time to time, ankle tracer
Behind bars or talk to mama, but struggle to face her
It's hella disgraceful
And it ain't no deal, mama, mama, I'm feeling like Biggie-Pac
I ain't for no tomorrow, I may invest in a Glock
See the shame on you, piling, piling, piling up
Turn the speakers down, gang just walked up
I got something to say, so listen the fuck up
That's the respect you crave, and never get enough of
So until you in the grave, you gon' be getting hustled
'Cause fear is not respect, flex a blessing
Cause respect just ain't a check
All that money that you been talking about, you never gave it back
Now the hood you claim and raise you, they don't know where you been
Little Tommy dead, you said he'll figure life out in the end
You could've saved him
Back to back contemplating the rage, and now you're pacing
If you would've got him out would his brother still have a trainer
Hitting him, my demeanor
It's so much pain, it got more hurricane in it than Nina
Get off them pills and drink some water, be an aqua fiend
(It really makes sense 'cause I got water, fiend)
Keep flexing that bread, I'm out here giving toast
'Til n***** turn ghosts, and you still on potion
Boasting by the likes, at least we know you got the motive
Got a little stream, tryna make a ocean
Type beat season, I just got hella devotion
I swear it gets deep when it comes to my emotion
Express myself like an emoji

Listen, I got a lot of shit to get off my chest
Like I'm an Alpha Chi Omega with some big ass breasts
Man, when you listen to this shit, it's like my lyrics need a tampon
Cause my flow be super heavy like the business that I stand on
Survival of fittest, I'm big on my fitness
Permitted to be getting my wishes, committed to these dirty dishes
Thirty bitches at the crib, pouring up in the kitchen (uh-huh)
They taking shots like every single trigger finger be itching (what else?)
I'm planting seeds like a flower, Aydan came from The Mound
And when I'm running up these tracks, I'm like that bitch from this town
'Cause when I'm making my sound, I got them stopping to look
'Cause when I run my numbers up, you know I Natalie Cook
I read your shit like a book, I'm just a kid with a plan
Because I took the manager and turned that bitch to a man
I turned your main to a fan, these bitches don't understand
They open up to me to see what the Vanilla Man can
Feel like I'm stranded at sea, the way I'm lost in her ocean
You know my bank account perpetual, it came with the motion
Bitch I'm the king like DeRozan (damn)
And I'm a sight to see, you listen to this shit and then replay it sea to shining sea
The middle C, the Central Cee, I wrote this in the key of E
I rhyme like Alex Morgan 'cause my lyrics come equipped with tea
I'm t'd up every morning distorting the rhythms borders
Economy what you're boarding, I'm blazing trails like I'm Portland
Rewarded with empty wishes, I promise this with conviction
Emoji, fill up your plate while I deal with these dirty dishes that I'm rinsing out
Rapping like we got something to prove, never made it out
Trying to play it safe, in a pickle, now you getting out
Acting like I'm loving on this beat, like we making out
Know that I'm the greatest at this shit, no debating now
Maddy, Addie, triple delta, repping brother Nibo now
Had to get my license, now the bitches see who rolling loud
Making $30 off the lyrics that I'm spitting 'bout
King of making hits, now everybody else is bowing down