NBA YoungBoy - House Arrest Tingz (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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NBA YoungBoy - House Arrest Tingz (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Drum Dummie made the beat and
you know he killed it
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made
this beat, huh?
I ain't flashin', though
I'm just coolin' right now
It ain't nobody but me and
Herm in the studio
And I'm just boolin'
And, I hope y'all was waitin'
to hear from me
So, I just recorded
Real street nigga, I ain't
tryna feel no sorrow
Drive that Maybach like
a fuckin' Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace
and only God know
Cross me once, can't call my phone,
you get the dial tone
I been on fleek, I'm poppin'
(I'm poppin')
Not many 'round if you don't know,
it helped my pockets (My pockets)
And my bro, take that Draco and
go wildin' (Blaw, blaw)
Tryna grow up, don't come in
contact with that violence
Violins should be played,
how I'm stylin'
Comment "Where," she like, "What
picture?" That ain't my bitch
Tired of the Bayou, I want
take it out to New York
And live a high life like a nigga
signed with Highbridge
I flash out and take his
head from off his body
I never once showed you that
side, but that's who I'm is
Hidin' out, I let that
30 spit on College
If I die right now, just check
the stats and see how I did
I'm a real street nigga, yeah
I just pulled my redeye out and tried
to stop a nigga (Where you goin'?)
I just walked outside my house
and almost shot a nigga
(Fuck is you doin'?)
Fuck my ex, I hope my next
can prolly top a nigga
Take me to a place I
can't imagine (Oh)
Victim of heartbreak and
I'm so damaged (Oh)
Steppin' in blood, we deep
thugs and I can't panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
Nigga what? They gotta hand it
I just took to flowin' on the
block and took the top off
Talkin' out his top, I go by
top, I get him knocked off
See them youngins hoppin' out that
Benz, that's some dropouts
They was hatin', I knocked 'em out
my lens, that ain't my fault
I'm with Herm, I'm drinkin'
on that Hen' like a papa
Pure codeine, they drinkin' on
that gin, I been goin' off
Goin' off on all these hoes
waitin' on me to fall
I walk in court, dirty as the fuck
with pee up in my drawers
Bitch, I'm drunker than the
fuck, I need some Tylenol
I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot
at all of y'all (Blaw, blaw)
I left therapy with K3 and I sped off
Talkin' proper as the fuck
with my head off
Been goin' crazy but I can't
let my son see it all
All this love got me damaged,
I just want it gone
If you my friend, let's get it in,
bitch, take yo' panties off
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