paroles de chanson Wait, Who? - Turk , RopV

No my life is not a movie
Hop on the spot, man you know shit gets groovy
I'm writing scenes like I was a director
Shit is a film playing in a projector

(Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck a lil movie bitch, my life a book
Killing these beats but there's no Captain Hook
Rocking with Fellas, bitch my life is good
Killing these beats more than you ever could

Listen to them, they say fuck all them hecklers
Doing my thing, fixing to whip up a check first
Thought he was cool but I might have to check first
First place, no I don't finish last
Hop on the beat and you know that I spaz
Told me "buy a CD", man that shit was so trash
Get the job done, we looting the stash
I know where I'm goin, bitch I'm on the map
Hop out, boy you better get back
Shits fixing to smack when I finish this track
If he an informant then I hit the dash
Working hella hard, making this cash

Working hella hard, getting these racks
And it's all of the dome so I'm getting it fast
No it's not Rome, this a Do-Little task
Your girlfriend not home so don't even ask
If your name is Kermit I'm fucking Miss Piggy
She call me big papa like my name was Biggie
I feel like A Boogie, the king of my city
Give cheese to Tekashi, my homies get fiddies
A good looking fella like my name was Diddy
She getting on top and I tell that bitch giddie
She ride like a horse but I kind of feel shitty
I pass her to you cause you can't get any
Yeah I'm hella rude like O3
Keeping it real for my OG's
Yeah I'm up next, keep it low-key
Most of these people don't know me
Murder on the beat when she wrote me
Spiderman style, deepthroating
Shoutout to Rock, he floating
Versace these bands for the whole team

What do y'all know about the game? (Uh)
What do y'all know about the pain? (Uh)
What do y'all know about sitting back
Wondering when you gonna feel a change? (Aye)
What's it gonna take to break? (Aye)
What's it gonna take to make a name?
What's it gonna matter if when I blow up,
Imma just stay the same? (Aye)
Man none of it matters when there's always a battle
Leaving us tattered and shattered
Man I'm feeling combatant
Beaten and battered
Yo body will splatter, left scattered on my wall
I will stand tall while you fall to yo knees
And I ball with the cheese
Rip them all, make them bleed
Rock jaws, no teeth
More war, no peace
Close call, that's me
And that's all imma be
When they call RopV