Lyrics

Quincy Tellem Bad vibes in the city, I'm posted discretely I'm servin' these nittys today, yeah Some shit that I didn't want to face and I had to face it (I had to face it) I had to find out the hard way that they got two faces (they got two faces) And I looked down, (Louis Vuitton) all on my laces When I look down (Louis Vuitton) all on my- I'm with a treaty, flooded in Fiji (yeah) Tell you I'm going, he didn't believe me She couldn't please me, she had to leave me Bring out the Louis V, bring out the GG (yeah) I need a tight one She pull up, she call it the night run (skrrt) When she suck on the tip, I might cum (gone) It's gelato, I roll up a light one (let's go, let's go) I'm sick of two faces I'm sittin in silence, I'm countin' my blessings Hit up the spot and I grease it I'm running from feds, had to tie up my laces, no patience I love when they showing me hatred I'm goin' harder than ever, no waiting I go all in, I turn it to Vegas Thankful for all that my parents done gave us This money can't come to the grave with me So I'ma stack it, leave it for my kids And I know some bruddas that fuck with some bruddas I'm droppin' them change and then we'll get rid I know some lifers and I know some cappers They probably went dappers the way they behave Somebody come give my lawyer a raise, ah Somebody come tell al these guys, we don't race, nah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah And I been through wars with my brothers Been broke, sold draws, lost O's with my brothers, woah What you know about the cold in the summer? Spent my time all alone, they lost hope in a brudda, woah I'ma be here for sure, you know I don't buy her Celine, Dior I can't sink like DiCaprio Huncholini, I'm the capitan Yeah, I grew up in the hood Hustle for that money like you should They don't wanna see you do good But they would probably be me if they could now, yeah Feelin' like I'm so misunderstood, make 'em understand Always made her happy with this wood or these rubber bands She just want the boy, she don't want no other man (no way) So she know we got the upper-hand And I been through wars with my brothers Been broke, sold draws, lost O's with my brothers, woah What you know about the cold in the summer? Spent my time all alone, they lost hope in a brudda, woah And I been through wars with my brothers Been broke, sold draws, lost O's with my brothers, woah What you know about the cold in the summer? Spent my time all alone, they lost hope in a brudda, woah
Writer(s): Nathan Adams, Hritik Pattni, Quincy Ferreira, Adam Janecek, Mohammed Hassan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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