CENTRAL CEE - WALK IN WARDROBE (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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CENTRAL CEE - WALK IN WARDROBE (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Before I had a walk-in wardrobe
No car, I was ten toes
Walkin' through the war zone
She don't like takin' the pill,
so I'm pullin' out, it
plays with her hormones
Fuck love, I need more poles
Fucked up, that was just my luck,
when bro got touched, didn't
die but he almost did
Right now, me and him
ain't the closest
Goin' through the motions
My girl said I'm emotionless
Heart cold like the Polar Express
They call me the voice of the street
cah I speak on relevance
Top ten in my scene, that's еvident
When I relеase, I compete
with Americans
My young G still needs development
Stick with a silencer, and now it's
got a speech impediment, uh
Ss-ss-stutterin', gotta leave,
I'm sorry I'm anxious
Everyone's gangsters
Until it's time to ride and man start
makin' excuse 'bout cameras
I won't glamourise this life,
FaceTimin' the guys and
it don't look glamorous
May the strong survive,
may the pagans die
I don't even beef those guys, they sayin'
my name to create some hype
This one want a one-night stand, politely
decline, she ain't my type
I'm sorry, Ms Jackson, I never
meant to make her cry
I never entertain these guys,
if I want drama, then
my girl gon' start some
How the fuck you gon' argue with
me when my flight departin'?
How you gon' raise your voice at
me? You're in my apartment
Had to swallow my pride and ask
my guy for help, that hurt
'cause I don't like askin'
I don't know how to make a song, I just
rhyme on beat and say how I feel
Mum said, "Don't ever trust no
one that claims they're real"
I'm real, I ain't gotta say that I'm
real, the brodem know how I roll
I know, these women all come and they
go, I know that she ain't my girl
I'm not in the mood for socialisin',
I'm sittin' in silence
I won't form an alliance if I
don't like how your vibe is
Trap runnin' like Uber Eats,
big up the delivery drivers
Some shit don't sit right with
me, you live and you learn,
I can't live in this climate
Freedom riskin', the feds
keep on friskin'
Before you get time to back
out your knife, K1's gonna
reach for his ting
So let's be realistic
I told her play with her pussy,
I don't even care if
her nails are acrylic
How you my girl and don't
know my lyrics?
I ain't treatin' no ho like a princess,
baby, I'm losin' interest
Let's play Who's The Baddest or
let's play Who's The Richest
A2 gave him the ting, if they
come through, then you
better use his index
They're gonna underestimate
when you ain't got a million
views on a vid yet
Hold on, chat
Cee is tapped in
I know drama sells, the Internet
make me laugh out loud
Everyone talkin' behind computers,
what you gon' do
if my dog come round?
I might make the young G come
to your show with the stick,
like Moses, part the crowd
I ran that time cah I'm only
human, I got caught lackin',
my guard was down
Leng, she out of my league, all
of my bitches badder than me
Serious risk with the pack that day,
had bare class A in the Addison Lee
I felt like Mitch, I felt
like Meech, I felt like me,
ten bands in a week
Hoes in the studio, I'm tryna
record, let's multitask,
get down on your knees
Cancel the Uber if it ain't tinted, I
can't ride if the whip transparent
I can't even go to the petrol
station, one wrong move and
you'll slip in traffic
Tables turned, and the plot
just twisted like when ghost
got wigged by Tariq
Ten-car convoy deep on the euro
tunnel, I'm takin' a trip to
I don't care if they call
my album a classic
I could go and retire right
now off the hits that I got,
so I don't need to panic
I don't need promo runs or PR
stunts, everything organic
You don't wanna test my gangster, try
get close and see what happens
Nobody makes it far where I'm from
So they say that I sold my soul, bro,
I ain't even sold my masters
Drop to my knees in a dirty
bando, I talk to God like
I need some answers
If I go broke, I'll do it
all over again, all I need
is a phone and charger
I just ordered a stab-proof vest cah
they said that they want man dead
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