paroles de chanson It Don't Look Like it (Colosseum) - TB Nino

Ay, wake up smoke a blunt
Think 'bout these millions know what I be on

Pop out in new shit with my lil' bitch
And switch the style I'm on

Lost my brother to this gangster shit
You know I'm keeping pole

Put my gloves step in this ring and fight these demons ho

If you know how much I need you
Why you keep saying that you gon' leave ho?

Switched up how I seen her
I'm like damn I can't believe you ho

Niggas switching on me I can't trust these people

Ayy, look right at my ho like I don't trust you neither

Judge tryna throw the book at a young nigga
Just 'cause I keep my heater

Mud sipping I'm walking 'round zombie mode
I feel like lil' skrilla

Uhh ayy, the plug a ho I took off on him
We on good terms

Ayy, can't even lie I lose that much work it would hurt

Yeah, just might blow this whole eighth

I'm tryna leave this earth

Ayy, hop out it's a closed case
They don't even know who the purp

Woah, I ain't even braggin'
But the last nigga got smurked

My young nigga ain't into fashion
But he put him on a shirt

How you hating on a nigga?
I work so bad for this

Uh, drop a payment on a nigga
Go take his rap kit

Ayy ok, them Niggas say that they slime
It don't look like it

She say "I'm dying on the inside
Do it look like it?"

Ayy, we going like no hos
But we ain't promoting violence

It ain't gon' be too many more days of my OG crying

Get these plays buss 'em down with my gang, ayy ayy

He throwing shade
'cause we doing all the shit he can't, ayy ayy

I ain't that same nigga from way back in the day, ayy ayy

Keep on playing watch my shooter go get paid, ayy ayy

Uh, young king of my city

I feel like lebron James

Uh, I'm not your role model
Double cup at the ball game

Yeah, fucking with these model hos I want Beyoncé

Yeah, Nino he be tripping he don't do what y'all say

Yeah, right back on my pimping
Who said players don't limp?

Uhh, 'cause every time I fell
I swear I got back up again

Ayy, living a life of sin
Granny probably like boy you trim

Ayy, I'm tryna fill the show with hella hos colosseum

Fill the lobby up with hella toes call 'em in

Look, I'm the head coach you catch a foe, box 'em in

(Don't compare to them niggas 'cause I'm not them, na na)

(Niggas don't come trim)

(I been doing this shit for a while stepping right on they neck)

(rookie of the year, ay slime)