paroles de chanson Tots - Wrong Sequence

Yea
Finna Bomb Out(Yea)
Finna Trap Out The Stu
Then We Hitting The Pimp With The Bumpa The Ride
Boo(Yea)
Yea
Yanstand
Yea
Yea
Yea
Let's Go
Yea

Remember Days I Ain't Have No Fans(Fans)
Everyday Was A Struggle For Da Cash(Cash)
Me And Bro We Felt So Low (Low)
7 To 7 Selling Poultry Feed(Feed)
No Friends I Was Always Alone(Lone)
Had A Girl Didn't Fuck With The Dream(Dream)
Self Esteem Running On The Low(Low)
She Want The Life Of The Trendy Peeps
And A Nigga Don't Fuck With The Gram (No)
And These Niggas Chit Chatting A Lot
Had To Log Off The Gram For The Grind (Yea)
Everyday I Was Steadily Chasing
Pray To God That I Get Da Bag(Bag)
Stacking High, Ain't Wanna End Up Mid(Mid)
When We Say That We Mixing Da Dough, Ain't No Joke
Had To Work In The Bakery Too
Working Hard For The Stacks In Sacks (Sacks)
Keep It G Like The Bucks In Six (Six)
Ain't No Holidays With Jrue On Deck(On Deck)
Writing Vivid Ain't Got No Flaws
Yea Yea Yea
Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea
Now We Locked In Everyday
Crossing Everyday
Embossing Everyday, No Flossing Anyday
We Just Wanna Have Bread To Eat
And More To Share For The Niggas From The Hood
Cause We Just Wanna Be A Sign Of Hope
Peeps On Street, Both The Young And Old
Wrong Sequence Yea Bae You Know The Code

Yea
Yea
Yea
Finna Bomb Out!!(Yea)
Finna Pat On The Mic
Then We Making A Hit
With The Flows Cause We Lit (Lit)
Lit
It's Lit
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea Yea Yea Yea

'09
Wrote Ma first song
With a BOLDMIND
Crack me up
Ain't no GOLDMINE
Trynna Make Mine
ELEVATE mine
Put my Team on
With the new sound
If ah said I got phobia for Thunder
Would you still call me Monster
Or Toddler
Yo Deep Inside
It's World dominaton or Nothing
Me and Ma bro
We PLOTTING and Scheming
How to get past this pain and suffering
Reminiscing Back in the Days
Kneeling in front of different offices
Calling on several media blogs
PR's & Radio Hosts
Wasn't No Love so we Went GHOST
TOOK the Year OFF just to Learn Beats
Rhyme Better
Write Better
Most IMPORTANTLY, Reason Deeper
Cause Las Las that's the pass
& I'm just a starving Artiste
With dreams of going plat
Cause
Days turned cloudy from emptiness
And hunger for more
And not a dollar in my bank account
My YouTube views low as fuck
Mixing the dough everyday on the road
Poo Poo
Cops and sirens with loaded guns
So I'm ducking every time ah see Hilux
Everyday, dead bodies on the floor
Calla ambulance
There's plenty more shots fired
Go get the BODYBAG
YANSTAND