paroles de chanson Lunch Break - Radio Edit - Nique Got-It

Have that same muthafu-kin energy in person
Get yo a— popped in the face just for purpin
2 baby momma's one vanilla one Hershey
He ain't never had a job got grabbed now he workin

First was a student I'm a master like Percy
I can put a suit on or rock a jersey
Gotta stick together like we writin up in cursive
All this drip got the bi-ches lookin thirsty

Bricks came in transported from the jungle
Know we said one on one but we still might jump you
Get the bag clean hand off don't fumble
Lil bi-ch go for hours ion feel like humpin

Used to serve grams upgraded to a uncle
This sh-t too easy so it's hard to be humble
Floatin in a vette but we used to ride bubbles
Got real rap dreams wit a dope game hustle

All I wanna do is trap she think I'm boring
Bi-ch got blocked but she thinkin I ignored her
All 100's goin through the counter I adore it
Ion write books you ain't gettin my side of the story

Ridin through yo hood lit who I can sh-t on
Clean than a mafu-ka wit that sh-t on
Yea I got these bricks in these couch but ain't gon sit on em
My bro got a way of lovin girls he like to hit on em

I can't tell nobody wat I'm really goin through
Ion trust nobody but they made it normal
I'm fu-ked up first I'll kill you then warn you
We gon get his body dugged ni—a like 4'2

I got no feelins ain't no pain over money
When a opp die its like the game winnin jumper
Feelin good might cop the range for the summer
If you cop a lil more and we can change up the numbers

Man these ni—as swear they errthang but fake
Why err time I win you be lookin frustrated
You wonn on board at first na ni—a I'm straight
Ni—as wanna eat wit me like we on a lunch break