Testo Aftertheparty - Nathan
Testo della canzone Aftertheparty (Nathan), tratta dall'album Aftertheparty
I swear to God, swear to God they be looking like me
We working hard, working hard, we got somewhere to be
My whole squad international, yeah, yeah
I swear to God, swear to God they be looking like me
We working hard, working hard, we got somewhere to be
My whole squad international and I come from the 6
All these scars they gon' show you how I really do it
I bust down for every fucking call from the devil
The same gang, better know I'm on a different level
I want money, give a fuck about no follower cream
Feel like Future now 'cause I got the keys
Now let me talk to 'em
Four grams in my Backwood, no tobacco
Spanish bitch on my bed, she mulatto
Pockets in the room, two minutes outro
Landed with my spaceship, I'm on Mars, woah, drop hoes
All them niggas play with me thinking that they top four
It doesn't matter what you mean, this bitch will do Fargo
I be fucking around with typhoons in my cargo
Thirty two hundred shoes and I'm trapping like a narco, yeah
I'm off the Henny now
Double cup, I'm sippin' and spinnin', got my hands in the clouds
Yeah, yeah, ready to get it now
I'ma make a mill' in my twenties, need twenty-seven rounds
I swear to God, swear to God they be looking like me
We working hard, working hard, we got somewhere to be
My whole squad international and I come from the 6
All these scars they gon' show you how I really do it
I bust down for every fucking call from the devil
The same gang, better know I'm on a different level
I want money, give a fuck about no follower cream
Feel like Future now 'cause I got the keys
Niggas that keep telling me they fuck with my sound
Bitches that keep say they wanna fuck for more rounds
My pockets full of bad and bougie
You got your pockets full of bullshits now
Butterflies on my wall, shopping Prada, Vlone
Cooler than a snowball, seven minutes, one call
Butterflies on my wall, shopping Prada, Vlone
Cooler than a snowball, seven minutes, one call, yeah
Ooh, seven minutes, one call, yeah, oh
I swear to God, swear to God they be looking like me
We working hard, working hard, we got somewhere to be
My whole squad international and I come from the 6
All these scars they gon' show you how I really do it
I bust down for every fucking call from the devil
The same gang, better know I'm on a different level
I want money, give a fuck about no follower cream
Feel like Future now 'cause I got the keys
Beat that pussy like you ain't got time for a nigga
Don't wanna waste no more time and hours biddin'
Niggas with me, we gon' get dollars, we gon' go make it for real
Don't give a fuck 'bout no bitch problem
I got a thing by myself, I'm twenty-five, shit won't tell
Laying on the back 'cause they wanna pop another pill
Don't let it get through the mail
No, I don't wanna get caught, I'm stuck and I don't bail, nah, nah
I'm stuck on that bih, nah, nah
Don't wanna get killed, nah, nah
Woah, ooh
Ain't wanna get killed, ain't wanna
Ain't wanna get killed, ain't wanna
Ain't wanna get killed, nah, nah
Oh, nah, nah, I ain't wanna get killed
'Cause I'm stuck on that bih
Credits
Writer(s): Eritza Laues, Tevin Jermod Campbell, Nate Butler, Auvil Gilchrist, A Gordon, Teron O Beal
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