同様の曲
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Desire
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ja'Kobe k McNeil
Songwriter
歌詞
(It's Moe Trappa and you fuckin' with Surreal Gang)
Woah, woah, woah
My bitch so bad, so I bought her a 'K
SRT in my whip, you don't wanna race
I got a bitch on my hip, you play, you lay
Get cake every day, every day, like my birthday
3.5 in my 'Wood, and I faced to the face
Bitch, you know that I'm good, I'm okay, I'm okay, yeah
Might let her drive the boat, yeah
I fuck her, she give me the throat, yeah
You know how that shit go
Woke up and she wastin' my time
Get outta line and you meetin' the nine
Play around us, then you know when you dyin'
Them hollows got wings, yeah, lil' bitch you gon' fly
I'm so fuckin' high, might talk to God
(Chapo!) Where I go, bitch, I got my rod
Off the opiates and the drank every day, I nod
We mask up and, do a lick up in disguise
Tell me how the fuck you get high off of just a line?
Can't see shit to the bullshit, I be blind
She said she love me, that bitch done lost her mind
I ain't tryna be friends lil' ho, don't hit my line
Big dog, big stepper, just walked in with my nine
She wanted me, but I ain't gon' please her (it's Moe Trappa and you fuckin' with Surreal Gang)
Sippin' codeine, so I really don't need you
Let the top down, we in a two-seater
Ice on my neck, and it feel like a freezer
You wanted smoke, went and got me a heater
I'm with lil' Wick, and we up in a Beamer
My bitch she bad, yeah she a Latina
Don't know her name, I think it was Tina
And my brother gotta be his keeper
We get too high, 'cause we smoking on reefer
Free Doo out that can, I really do miss him
My niggas locked up, it's still fuck the system
My bitch so bad, so I bought her a 'K
SRT in my whip, you don't wanna race
I got a bitch on my hip, you play, you lay
Get cake every day, every day, like my birthday
3.5 in my 'Wood, and I faced to the face
Bitch, you know that I'm good, I'm okay, I'm okay, yeah
I be on dope so much, I can't even walk
Clutchin' that Drac', you know that bitch gon' knock you off
Brand new car took it off the meter
You so wrong, I don't wanna be you
Ridin' round' with a 'K at the beach (it's Moe Trappa and you fuckin' with Surreal Gang)
We knock 'em down on the ground, he ain't breathin'
Hi lil' baby, it's nice to meet you
I still like the sound of Ninas
My bitch so bad, so I bought her a 'K
SRT in my whip, you don't wanna race
I got a bitch on my hip, you play, you lay
Get cake every day, every day, like my birthday
3.5 in my 'Wood, and I faced to the face
Bitch, you know that I'm good, I'm okay, I'm okay, yeah
Writer(s): Yannick Mahouto, Jean Desire Sosso Dzabatou, Mungoma Glody
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