Testo A Cheater’s Favorite Song - YFG FATSO
Testo della canzone A Cheater’s Favorite Song (YFG FATSO), tratta dall'album A Cheater’s Favorite Song
(Oh, oh)
(Oh)
(Oh) (oh)
Me and you versus the world, if you act as my girl then I just gotta give it (then I gotta give it)
It's not too many things I wanna do so I occupy myself with money and women (money and woman)
Maybe I should take a trip, get a better view out in the world, but I'm stuck in the trenches
(However I'm stuck right now) just take a moment before you start judging a nigga
Hey I'm doing good if you listening (uh-huh)
We made a whole 'nother lane, we don' put VVS on the gang, now they all pay attention (gang watch right now)
I'm falling out wit' the most of my thugs, they all wanna bug, shit, I guess we ain't clickin'
Don't think I'm referring to other gangs, 'cause I only got space for my niggas ('cause I only got-)
Not to bring pain, but if we gon' keep shit a bang?
I love you, but I'll search for prettier bitches
Pull out the 'cat if she wanna ride wit' me, it's that, ain't no need to be trippin'
I got some faith, maybe if we jus' stop bein' fake, and jus' say what we really be feelin'
Take me away God, I'm knowin' that I did some things that ain't gettin' forgiven (no)
I'm doin' wrong every day, I don't watch what I say, 'cause I'm free out the way of religious
Porkchop to the face, if he Christian (I am)
Diamonds attract bad hos, if she wanna come? Gotta stay wit' no clothes (hangin' ass bitch)
She like, "Oh, you been outside, doin' you", but I been in the stu' makin' hits wit' the bros (I ain't hearin' shit)
Stay here for me, never, ever, get thoughts, and jus' leave, and I'll get you whatever you want (you're a man)
I bought her Birkin, and plus some Celine on the side of her, she ain't no regular ho (we in the sign)
We in the fed truck, plus I been showin' affection and shit, bae, why you gotta cry? (Nah)
Some niggas text her, I never say "Don't respond" and now it got her wonderin' why (why, why?)
To her it's love, but she know it ain't love when I'm showin' her lust, ain't no reason to lie (ah, ah)
Last nigga played wit' the gang, he jus' died, roll up another one, gang, I ain't high
Carti's for all of the bros on the day I get rich, we ain't rockin' shit cheap
He runnin' lips pillow talking 'bout how I'm a bitch but he never did nothing to me
Fatso'll go walk a fuck nigga down, leave his brains in the drains, in the street
I'm smokin' opp pack, heard they wan' make me an opp pack
Catch me on Princeton with Dee, and my shooters elite, uh
Me and you versus the world, if you act as my girl, then I just gotta give it
It's not too many things I wanna do so I occupy myself with money and women
Maybe I should take a trip, get a better view out in the world, but I'm stuck in the trenches
Just take a moment before you start judging a nigga, hey, I'm doing good if you listening
We done made a whole 'nother lane, we don' put VVS on the gang, now they all pay attention
I'm falling out wit' the most of my thugs, they all wanna bug, shit, I guess we ain't clickin'
Don't think I'm referring to other gangs, 'cause I only got space for my niggas
Not to bring pain, but if we gon' keep shit a bang, I love you, but I'll search for prettier bitches
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