paroles de chanson Worst Part - OsamaSon

Niggas just gotta understand, like
How it feels to be in the position (boy-)
To have so many negative things being said to me
With so much negative shit goin' on (boy-, that's them)
As far as like, yeah, my supporters, bro
It means a lot (boy, fuck you nigga)
It really do (fuck you nigga)

Woke up to some fuckin' bands (bee, bee)
Worst part is you broke and mad (bee, bee)
I-I just made that four-door drag
Give a fuck 'bout a bitch, she a gnat (she a gnat)
We finna go spend checks on that
Coup-couple racks in this LV bag (bee, bee)
Brand-new chain, I don't need no flash
Check came in, gotta pay my slatt (slime, slime)

Late night workin', you just slack (let's go)
Pull-pull up to the hood and they like, "Slime back" (slatt)
Slide with Lil Rell, he shooting back (Lil Rell)
Shoutout my (shh), free my (shh), no bap
Young nigga causin' hell
Got-gotta send money through the mail (yeah)

I told my shooter, I got you
Bitch, I'm up as fuck, I'm not you (no)
See me and your ho, that's not you (yuh)
I-I get fly, oh shit, that's not new (yuh)
Hop up out the whip and pop you (buh, buh, buh, buh, buh)
I got three of them phones, don't answer (brr)
Yuh-yuh, told her call me "Bands-up"
Yuh, 'cause I got my bands up

YSL jeans, can't pull my pants up (no)
Wa-watch yo' ho, she got no manners
I was just kickin' it with a cancer (kick, kick)
Watch my slime 'cause he gon' blam ya (slime)
LV bag hold a hundred bands (bee, bee)
Me and my gang kill a hundred men (yuh)
20 bands just for a hit, what you sayin'?
I'm in the crib with a Glock and a chop

X, Percs, lean, nigga, come and shop (come shop)
Shit hurt my soul when slime got shot (damn)
Wi-wish you was here to see me pop
Wo-worst part is I miss my dog
Worst part is I miss my dog
Worst part is I miss my dog
I'ma go slide 'til the niggas fall
I ain't tryna hear shit from all y'all

But I keep it going, I told slime can't give up (nah)
Wish that you could pick up (brr)
Not lookin' at the bigger picture (no)
But just know lil' cous' I miss ya (yeah)
Went out fed, don't talk to my sister (my sis', my sis')
Now you know I ain't fuckin' wit' ya (I ain't fuckin')
Had to get my bread up yeah, lil' nigga (yeah)

Woke up to some fuckin' bands (bee, bee)
Worst part is you broke and mad (bee, bee)
I-I just made that four-door drag
Give a fuck 'bout a bitch, she a gnat (she a gnat)
We finna go spend checks on that
Coup-couple racks in this LV bag (bee, bee)
Brand-new chain, I don't need no flash
Check came in, gotta pay my slatt (slime, slime)
Late night workin', you just slack (let's go)

Pull-pull up to the hood and they like, "Slime back" (slatt)
Slide with Lil Rel, he shooting back (Lil Rel)
Shoutout my (shh), free my (shh), no bap
Young nigga causin' hell
Got-gotta send money through the mail (yeah, boy, fuck you nigga)

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