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More
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More wurde am 4. August 2017 von Khalil als Teil des Albums Prove It All veröffentlicht
4. August 2017
LabelKhalil
SpracheEnglish
BPM180
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
Damn, look at how these **** say it's dope
Look at how a **** came up
This is the truth like how we fare when we face-to-face
I hear everything you say, but more bad
Hella bitches hopping out the back
It's a shame all that money can't even buy swag
Goddamn, yeah, fuck you gon' do?
Said, watch me shine, I would hate to be you
[Verse 2]
Used to be satisfied with a hundred K
Now a young ****, ****, cost 'bout a little more
Used to be satisfied with a little check
Now it finna comes, what the fuck is you talking for?
I'm just saying I'm allergic to the bullshit
I ain't never been about the talking back and forth shit
Nah, please do not talk like this your bitch
You was in the eighth grade, I was on tour, bitch
[Verse 3]
Damn, always want more
Always wanted more
Always wanted more, ****
Yeah, I want more
Uh, uh
[Verse 4]
I, oh God, look how I'm at it, my ride
Look at tonight's on the rock
Look at my bitch, she a model
And she talk me up for some violence
[Verse 5]
Like oh, damn, look at how these **** say it's done
Look at how a **** came up
This is the truth like how we fare when we face-to-face
I hear everything you say, but more bad
Hella bitches hopping out the back
It's a shame all that money can't even buy swag
Goddamn, yeah, fuck you gon' do?
Said, watch me shine, I would hate to be you
[Verse 6]
Damn, always want more
Young **** never gon' pour
Had this bitch since I was out in zone four
All of my **** they poppin' them pills
And they don't got prescriptions
Give a fuck 'bout these hoes, I don't miss 'em
Ain't still got my place, I'm on a mission
Bitches, they gossip 'bout ****
But I never listen
[Verse 7]
I've been bored talking 'bout how boring these **** is
Swear to God, I'm focused where the figures at
I be like oh, no, don't get too close
You know we don't trip on shit
And you ain't gotta ask for my paper, my ****
Once you see my neck, you knowin' that I'm gettin' it
A juggin', finessin' and I'm counting Benjamin's
I always want more and you know I ain't finished
Look, bitch
[Verse 8]
Used to be satisfied with a hundred K
Now a young ****, ****, cost 'bout a little more
Used to be satisfied with a little check
Now it finna comes, what the fuck is you talking for?
I'm just saying I'm allergic to the bullshit
I ain't never been about the talking back and forth shit
Nah, please do not talk like this your bitch
You was in the eighth grade, I was on tour, bitch
[Verse 9]
Damn, always want more
Swear to God a young **** never gon' poor
Written by: Tara MacLean
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