Q Da Fool - All Day paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson All Day - Q Da Fool



Yeah, yeah, damn, uh
(Can't hear that coming, got time for this)
Uh, yeah
Me and yo' bitch was in my condo, getting high all day
Just hit my Chi phone, you know my shit on all day
She say she gonna stay down, forever and always
Look we build a cloud, they gotta go away
I just want all this pain to go away
You can't sit up on your ass, go find a way
These niggas, dick riders, they done found another way
I pray it smooth, play it cool just like a way
Nigga if you broke, then find another way
Put on that ski mask, it's time to get paid
But still that nigga went, like he just got saved
Happy while looking back, running this house like it was a rave
Pardon these pills and pillows, cutting the odd man he's a surgeon
Comes in there, shoot a nigga, I burnt the boy
Fuck the smell, police, whoever, bitch casually they ask what decoy
Chopping up the brick, bitch I'm a decoy
May say B boy, 'cos I got a lot of bricks boy
Stacking money up like cheese boy
African diamonds like chips ahoy
My wrist cost money, my wrist is coy
I don't know the real you, I was disappointed
Bitch say that she pregnant I need appointment
My nigga ain't shit, ya'll do the payment
Kill a fool, come home be the star, rejoice
Sell drugs, shoot guns, my choice
My choice
Somebody talkin' that's not my poison
The devil keeps talking
(At first I was screwing 'em bad bitches, welcome to it)
A lot of niggas wasn't talking to me
A lot of niggas wasn't fucking with me
Now they acting like they stuck with me
(It's crazy how niggas change when they see hundreds and fifties)
The world's spinning but I never get dizzy
To stay out of trouble bitch I gotta stay busy
I can't pay these niggas clothes, 'cos these nigga pay 50/50
And I don't really trust most, I know these niggas out to get me
But fuck nigga come and get me, you better kill me, you better hit me
I'm hanging out with that weirdo that sold all your ass like bricks
You need to fight me like pitbulls, say he be spitting
But nigga ain't spit me
These Chi town boys must be running essential
Came in the club with my infantry now niggas paying just to feature me
Bitches screaming, trying to reach for me
This morning rocked at me, I'm deep into sneakers you see
Before zen was a that pocket you see
Before the S is double Z, trainer shoes them double c
My bitch dress, that's double c
You see that boutique?
There goes a king, they see the outcome now they want a piece
Come here baby girl, I just want a piece
Can't believe these niggas be the next they wannabes
I only wanna be, controlling room B103
What if I prop up your shoes on a hundred feet?
I'm one of a hundred shoes, that's a hundred HD's
Niggas say they wanna shoot me, niggas ain't get at me
All this cool in my house, next thing niggas start shooting at me
Man they start shooting at me
That shit don't sit right with me
(No, no, that don't sit right with me, they wanna fight me)
(Y'all niggas ain't shooting me, y'all niggas ain't doing me)



Writer(s): Q Da Fool


Q Da Fool - No Competition
Album No Competition
date de sortie
01-01-2018




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