Testo 18 DAYS - Billy Marchiafava feat. ANH
Testo della canzone 18 DAYS (Billy Marchiafava feat. ANH), tratta dall'album 18 Days - Single
My life ain't average, dawg
Billy poppin' like Adderall
You don't like me, I'm not mad at all
You can listen to a different song
Been on my grind like a muhfuckin' Tony Hawk
Been on my grind like a muhfucka eatin' chalk
Don't call me unless there's money involved
I really ball (Billy)
Keep your distance
I might just go ballistic, in this bitch
She told me she could feel it in her ribs
I'm whippin' in a brand new Benz
I don't need new friends
Never goin' back (Billy)
All of my enemies have a heart attack
You were a fan, don't you remember that?
You make no sense so here's your quarter back
Gettin' brain like Ivy League
I been an asshole since ABC's
And Halo 3, and plain white tees
It's me, I'm Hasselhoff at the beach
Flexin', capisce?
I really, don't sleep
You a hater then you make believe
My car got no keys and I'm off that gasoline
Run it up, I'm an athlete
Run, run, run to the bucks
Your girl in my DM I'm 'bout to drink her up
They want a feature we in a line like ducks
Back to the mouth think I'm really in her guts
In love with money I'm 'bout to get me a tux
I'm off the Henny I'm really 'bout to throw up
Squirrel, I'm goin' nuts
18 Days, in that studio
I'm gettin' moody, ho
She wanna kick it like judo
Let's get it crackin' like the top of the bottle
(Billy on the track)
You want beef? Go to the meadow
I'm gettin' bands, heavy metal
Okay that's right, they really wanna be in my shoes like Mike
They really wanna copy and paste my life
They really wanna ride on the wave it's too high
I'm too hype
Gettin' cheese, quesadilla, mamma mia
You know Billy ain't signin' a deal
I been poppin' since Happy Meals
You still want beef? Go and try the veal
Ay, ooh, damn, okay, woah, wait
I'm too real
Tell that bitch to get out like Jordan Peele
She really suckin' like a vacuum seal
I gotta peel
I just wanted Lucille Ball
Step in the mall and buy it all
They know, they know who to call
Christopher Walken to the bank I'll fall
Bam, pow, boom, wham
Tell me this shit ain't yo jam
Tell me this shit gon' slap
Michael Myers I'm back
Billy get in trouble like Jack
Kuzco, got my groove on
I'm too gone
Bottoms up like Trey Songz
Really feelin' like James Bond
I'm on, I'm really on top like King Kong
Hey look what we got over here
Hey yo, you see this?
We got beautiful fresh cut stuffed peppers
Credits
Writer(s): William Marchiafava, Anh Tran
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