Текст песни 40days 40nights - kwes e

Bill a zeg
Boy the smoke ain't ever been a threat
She undressed, damn we ain't even had dinner yet
And fuck rest I'm awake until the suns dead
And fuck a sun bed my girls are sun-kissed yes
Another sweat from Supreme, boy I look a mess
But what's clean when the money dirty as the sex
I'm meddling until the VVS around my neck
It's a contest I'm fresher than her newest dress

Fendi blunts at twenty-one to celebrate the steps
I'm shooting in the dark I get nothing but the net
I'm on brick lane swishing in a Benz
Don't worry about them, I'm crossing over all your friends
Where did it begin? It's foggy in the end
I can't clear the mist, I still see the tricks
Hella problems I could give, take 'em on your chin
Your heart burns like a riz' when it's in my grip
They won't do it like I did please remember that
Cold feet. Why'd you go 'head and December that
It's only me
You can't tell me why you're scared
I'm a vino villain get a glass and we can share
Pink Moscato with an art hoe
I can't feel the time it's frozen in this room
Mischief in Milano
Girl you really nearly turned me to a fool

Forty days forty nights would be cool if I'm with you
Desert or the ice, I don't mind, long as I'm with you
They can talk behind our spines long as I'm with you
They can talk behind both our spines long as I'm with you

Yeah, look up at the view
Smoking on za nah this ain't no boof
All of these hoes they pick and they choose
Baby that's why I been fucking with you
Look in your eyes when I'm telling the truth
Look in my eyes if you're telling a lie
I know that I can see through your disguise
Love doesn't cost but I'm paying a price
You the hot topic girl why are you shy
I ain't ever had these feelings before
Look at my wallet let's go to the store
I think I wanna put you in Dior
You got me putting my foot in the door
My niggas are scheming they cannot be poor
I'm breaking your heart or I'm breaking the law
Girl tell me what you wanted more

(Hey!
Okay, hundred on a plate
Girl tell me what you wanted more
Hey!
Okay, hundred on a plate... e, e)

Bill a zeg
Boy the smoke ain't ever been a threat
She undressed, damn we ain't even had dinner yet
And fuck rest I'm awake until the suns dead
And fuck a sun bed my girls are sun-kissed yes
Another sweat from Supreme boy I look a mess
But what's clean when the money dirty as the sex
I'm meddling until the VVS around my neck
It's a contest I'm fresher than her newest dress