T. Rich - 1994 текст песни

Текст песни 1994 - T. Rich



I was born in the wrong era
Bring back the real body girls
With the big hoop earrings
That woop woop
As soon as the bell rings
You cant tell me I don't gauge you
Like when a shell dings
On the concrete
When an opp creeps
Fighting red lights in this May weather
Who gone stop me
Bae said
I'll always be down for you
Ashanti
Do me right
Or I'll let it burn
Or cut her off like a pot leaf
Hands up
Sucker for love
You got me
I'm a
D boy
Let's eat dinner
Then Dan Marino
Go deep in her
Graham crack trail
I won't get lost
I love college
Smoke a bitch
And I ash her off
But if her head's blitzd
I'll pass the ball
We opposites
Like cat and dog
You call her to chill
I drive my car up an hill
With Jill to jack me off
Upper echelon
Think my DNA's caviar
Got a plethora of flows I catalog
Two thousand twenty
I lost hope in us really
Generation lost
You forgot the agenda
If you can teach a baby to disregard their gender
Then I can call a bitch
A bitch
And it not be offensive
Bitch
I'm a
Big dog
Pay attention
Don't blink long
Life's a beach
I'm quick sand
I ain't nothing to sleep on
Had to branch off
Leaf me alone
Told DEV hit the store
He grabbed the drink
Told him bring me a cone
Then I told Reez
Fuck these hoes
I ain't pressed
She can't heat up the comb
You aint sorry
Lil bitch you grown
Be accountable
Niggas don't check for me
But alarmed when they see me up
I'm the lottery
Should hit up Hutch
Twinkle twinkle
Driving round in a Regal
I'm the goat
Like a played for New England
Weed loud
Go and file your a grievance
We allow slick talk in the DMs
But when I see you
Aint no bobbin and weaving
Just some bread and some head
Shit that's all I be needing
I got a girl
You got a man
We broke even
I'm really it
You just comic relief
Every verse is a gift
Tis the season
Beyond Make Believe nigga
TRIGMI
Cheyeaa



Авторы: Tyler Rich


T. Rich - 1994
Альбом 1994
дата релиза
27-05-2020

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