paroles de chanson Different Typa Time - Radio Edit - Nique Got-It

Wat we gon do about these rats huh, they still tellin
I know my auntie smoke dope but I still sell it
Let em be who they gon be ni—a they can't help it
Bring the label to the trap to sign my deal it's gon be EPIC

Bi-ch big as Precious I couldn't fit her in my schedule
Had a threesum bi-ches tried to leave me out made me jealous
Pulled out di-k this ain't that I came wit pressure
Na I'm clutchin on my strap while I'm pullin out her edges

She needed better vibes, last ni—a he could never
His re-up is a zip oh she really couldn't do better
He tried to get his bi-ch back he got a E for effort
Makin ni—as mad and makin ju—ies happy my profession

Bro nem bout to do a drill I'll catch the next one
I got a play for 20 bows I'm charging 37
Diss me in a tweet it's a spot for you in heaven
God let Gary die I rather deal wit the devil

I can cheat but my bi-ch can't yea I'm selfish
Almost killed a ni—a when I found out she was txtn
I'm sick this h-e start actin right when I left her
Turn to Martin on a bi-ch grab Pam and get to steppin

I put a order in, call the plug when I'm arriving
Ain't have all the work that's a incomplete assignment
Bro don't take sh-t from nobody but be robbin
I swear the best head you can get is when you drivin

I think the bi-ch stupid if she let me getaway
I be on the road so much my middle name Interstate
Oh yo granny cookin I'm like let me get a plate
This random fu-k the opps them ni—as dyin anyway

New batch in new flavors they ain't skittles
Do yo dance on this dog better have some rhythm
Bi-ch broke my heart, I wonn hurt I was injured
I just shook it off and got my h-es back in 30 minutes

If it ain't about money, ion need to leave the house
You be lovin on these freak h-es, but me I love droughts
Before I ever love you first it prolly be yo mouth
So I rather get the head I got a hard time pullin out