Moneybagg Yo - No Chill (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Moneybagg Yo - No Chill (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Tried to dumb me down but I'm too
rich to act like I was broke
Gucci store, seventy-five hundred
on a leather coat
Free the bro, yeah, I probably
say that shit in every song
That corner store held me down, I
didn't have nowhere else to go
We kickin' doors, Brendan had no clothes,
his mom was on the dope
We switching up, got our hands on
a pistol, we started stickin' up
Just give it up, he got a bad
temper, he be quick to bust
My life was rough, we wasn't going
to school, we tryna run it up
Walk to the bluff, free lil' Jaq and
D, can't say that shit enough
Stolen truck, we got on the
chase but we had got away
Antonio make it, Lupo caught the
case, that shit there was cray
Marco survived, he got in another
Wraith, somebody died
I been in the streets since
I was nine, for real
Think this money got me traumatized,
I ain't got no time to chill
I know if a bitch won't,
then my mama will
I can't lie, I popped a lot of
pills to get me in my mode,
but I can't take no more
All this pain, I don't
know how to feel
I was taught if you gon' take
it, go on and take it,
I don't know how to steal
Fuck the opps, we gotta kil l
Slide back on the same drill
Let the stick head out the window,
I'ma drive the wheel (Go)
All-white my teeth, I had
to travel overseas (G's)
Lil' bitch want a blessing, told her
fuck me 'til she sneeze (Achoo)
Baguettes in my Cartiers, they
keep asking, "What are
these?" (What's that?)
CoCo from the floor up, all I rock
is double-C's (Chane'-ne')
No slowing down, shot with BGE,
we havin' all the pounds
Ja Morant, 12, bows in the air,
called him and dunked it down
He hiding out, I just got the
drop, he on my side of town
I'm fresh to death, had on Balenci' runners,
but I walked 'em down (Brr)
Lil' bitch bad, she call me dad like
I'm her father figure (Woo)
Triple beam under the bed 'cause I can't
wait to hit 'em (Can't wait)
You know the rules, can't bust
a move if I ain't got
my pistol (Can't do that)
Counted up a half a mil' then
get a finger blister
(Blue cheese bag, ayy)
This shit ugly, shit get
mad real (Mad real)
Two hitters behind me, they
my adlibs (Go, go)
Put on every chain, still ain't
got time to chill (Woo)
Choose one you want, attention or
a hundred mil' (Which one?)
Niggas don't be on shit no more,
so I don't do favors
Dior, Louis V, Amiri, I got
on a few flavors (Drip)
Gang gang air this bitch
out like a food saver
He wanna be famous, fuck it, put
him 'cross the newspaper (Bow)
Cuban link around my neck even
though I'm a nigga, yeah
Tennis chains, I'd probably
shoot my shot at Serena
Williams (Yeah, yeah)
I did some shit beyond said
(Beyoncé) way 'fore I heard
about Jigga ('Bout Jigga)
Where I'm from, you got a felony warrant,
you still gotta keep a pistol
Break it down and trap it
(Trap it), wrap it up in
the plastic (Trappin')
Lil' ho, she too savage, fuckin'
her friend baby daddy
I had to crash in the trap house, cuz
that bed had too much traffic
I know George shoot this bitch
like Stackhouse like he play
for the Mavericks (Rollin')
Geekin' in the club, move
around the crowd, get it
She said she'd let me fuck, I was
just finna ask if my dawg hit it
I witnessed some dope boys six
feet that got rich off midget
I had fucked a cougar, she
ain't even know these thousand-
dollar britches
I can't be playin' with these niggas,
can't be playin' with these hoes
All the youngins know is doors locked
even though keys open doors
Know it's open safe, even
my woman getting cake
No money in my pocket,
I left it at the bank
5k on a lil outfit, I wore it two days
Sixteen hundred on some Hi-Tech,
drank it in two days
Had to report so he prolly
gettin' rich
If I die 'fore all my opps,
make sure they get spinned
Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
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