Tekst Utworu

Oh man (oh man) How many times you came around? Oh man (oh man) How many times you change your style? They really got to break it down It's really hard to fake it now Oh yeah (oh yeah) Look who it is, look who done came through (yeah) How many times you came around? Oh, you got a new fit What, those some frames too? (Yeah) How many times you change your style? What that is? Got a new play? Oh, they really got to break it down It's really hard to fake it now How many times you came around? Everywhere got that local little "it" nigga That "Can I kick it?" nigga Always-new-clique nigga If there's a new thing He's always doing it, nigga Always on that new thing But don't finish shit, nigga I think it's time for a couple questions, nigga Like, "How you ain't never working a shift, nigga?" Like, "How you wildin' but still pay rent?" (Shit) But it's simplistic, his parents all rich, nigga How many times do we got to sing this song? That we don't want to hear that weak shit no more And this ain't just a case of, "To each his own" This nigga pushing 30 trying to get it still If you would stick your neck out for anything Why don't you get your girl a little diamond ring? And maybe buy your kids all some new clothes 'Cause you be staying fresh, but they got holes Look who it is, look who done came through (yeah) How many times you came around? Oh, you got a new fit What, those some frames too? (Yeah) How many times you change your style? What that is? Got a new play? Oh, they really got to break it down It's really hard to fake it now How many times you came around? Look, you the type to link and build at a urinal (true) Your granny died, you taking fit pics at the funeral (true) You pushing 30, sendin' bad bitches your genitals Grown men calling Rocky they spirit animal (jeez) If you don't make it to Paris, your care is critical (take this L) You call your little homies, "Big bro", and it's pitiful You in denial, you think that niggas really fuck with you (true) And when they say they don't, you claiming it's political (true, Ritchie) Ritchie, the math don't add up (nope) How the fuck are these niggas on vacation this much? (I don't know) Tax fraud, daddy's car, man, it's gotta be one (one) I put that on they Erewhon membership and the air in my lungs (I do) Look who it is, look who done came through (look) Every week it's "Mr. This" and "Mr. Me Too" Your mama in the same crib, you got a new coup (damn) Priorities fucked up, boy, you is not us Look who it is, look who done came through (yeah) How many times you came around? Oh, you got a new fit What, those some frames too? (Yeah) How many times you change your style? What that is? Got a new play? Oh, they really got to break it down It's really hard to fake it now How many times you came around? I'ma need you to do this every time they come around Can you do the, "Woo!"? Yeah, yeah, let me hear it (woo!) Oh yeah Here they come (woo!) Look at that nigga right there Here they come (woo!)
Writer(s): Adam Aminé Daniel, Alexander Jackson, Nathaniel Ritchie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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