paroles de chanson Last Song - Wes Tarte

Business meeting up at Maestro's cause the stakes are getting higher
That means more waiters getting hired
VF a bunch of vampires pulling all-nighters
Exhausted but that's fine cause what's drive without tire
Yea
Whats drugs without suppliers, supplies without buyers
Nicki taking no offense, Barbz without wires
Everybody sleeping on me too but that's fine
Cause what's truth without liars
Yea
Have em lie down for a little while
Permanently I'm feelin kinda little bitter now
Niggas think it's sweet till they figure out
The only thing suite is rooms I'm bodying their Mrs out
With no condom would think a nigga kidding now
It's no laughing no jokes either
But It's funny how I'm fitting eight women in a four seater
Lapped up with some fat butts
And some low cleavage

I don't beef
Not cause I fear y'all I fear the heights I can reach
I can go gross mode sicko with disease
If y'all cease to cease fire I'll fire till y'all diseased
Im a beast, the beast without the "a" though
Beat without the 808
Just me with a grip of keys like the nigga Beethoven
I'm Plato's kin with Dragos Chin
I don't hate I win yea

All rap no gimmicks
Life is like a movie now my haters all critics
Tell em sit and spin and now my haters all fidgets
A bunch of mini me's but to me they all midgets
It's all hits no misses
But I'll still take yo Mrs
Friction in her bridges
But I'm never burning bridges
I just close them off
To the ones who think you owe em all
To the ones who think they most involved
They didn't help when you had nothing but ingredients
Now that dinners served they wonder why you ain't feedin em
Now they can't come, wonder why you ain't pleasin em
Put the pressure on em why you ain't easing up
And let this be lesson learned
If you go in with a know-it-all attitude then less is learned
I stepped back and let em test the turf
Got some blessings earned
And now it's Wes's turn
Yea