Текст песни say less - Bareman

You know i kept it for myself
A nigga didn't wanna do it thru the cell
Held it up between my shoulders
Put that trophy on a shelf!

Know i had to stand my ground
I let it go i wished her well

See sex sell yuh
But she only call me sexy yuh
Cos she know a nigga sell
Always something coming in
And always something getting dealt

Wasn't gonna stand around
Know i was moving on 12th

She be asking bout a a ring
When we was fighting for a belt

Like its AJ
Only when she see moving back
She call me bae bae

Only wanna see me in the night
So fuck the day rate

Even when she try to tell me lies
She keep the same face

Baby that wont phase me
I been up for days b
All them roads be twisting
All my niggas keep it straight g

All she ever listing is the reasons
That she hate me
She don't ever listen how the fuck
We gon relate b

Asked about her goals
Her net be looking like a safety
Where you wanna go?
She said wherever you gon take me

But its really point less
I ain't giving pointers
Imma give the world
And watch her order all the oyster

Yea i be the roller
Use her booty as a coaster
Imma light it up
N she gon smoke like she supposed to

Drive her up the wall
You know the backseat filled with posters
Got a couple freaky ones
Never gonna post 'em

I'mma air it out you
Bess believe that imma ghost em
Asking for a reason
Bess believe a rhymer wrote em

Keep it to myself babe
Keep it to myself
Ain't no splinters in my cell
But i be moving with some stealth
Got her screaming all the names
I got She couldn't even spell
Got that gwala on my mind
You know im keeping to my wealth

Got my blinders left and right
I right my money up in braille
We was packing up that diesel
I ain't talking at the shell
She be calling me a demon
Took that angel down to hell

I be going off the fumes
And she be going of the rails
So I put it in perspective
Let the positives prevail
Told me I be really toxic
Told her keep it to herself baby

Keep it to myself baby
Keep it to myself
Ain't no splinters in my cell
But i be moving with some stealth
Got her screaming all the names
I got She couldn't even spell
Got that gwala on my mind
You know im keeping to my wealth

Got my blinders left and right
I right my money up in braille
We was packing up that diesel
I ain't talking at the shell
She be calling me a demon
Took that angel down to hell

I be going off the fumes
And she be going of the rails yea