積分
詞曲
Kenneth Wamser
詞曲創作
歌詞
I feel like the Lord tryna test me (yep)
He 'gon have to wait 'cause I'm chillin' with my bestie
Making all the music you can't catch me (nope)
Speaking of bangers can you serve me up a dab please?
Smoking to bring out the best me (yep)
Chiefin' on a blunt I look like I got gold teeth
Smoking to bring out the best me
Chiefin' on a blunt I look like I got gold teeth
Life is like rolling dice, bitch Yahtzee
Couldn't catch a break, I was sitting in the hot seat
The way people hate bitch, it's frightening
No diggity, no cap like Blackstreet
I don't wanna go back to the old me
Gotta eat the past, gotta eat it like a chickpea
If I had a fuck to give I would be like hold these
People acting funny I think they got rabies
I feel like the Lord tryna test me
I feel like the Lord tryna test me (yep)
He 'gon have to wait 'cause I'm chillin' with my bestie
Making all the music you can't catch me
Speaking of bangers can you serve me up a dab please?
Smoking to bring out the best me
Chiefin' on a blunt I look like I got gold teeth
Smoking to bring out the best me
Chiefin' on a blunt I look like I got gold teeth
(Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na)
Writer(s): Kenneth Wamser
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