Testo Been Too Humble - Louis Burt
Testo della canzone Been Too Humble (Louis Burt), tratta dall'album Been 2 Humble
Been too humble, been too humble, been too humble, yeah, yeah
Been too humble, been too humble, been too humble, yeah, yeah
Sheesh, you F'd up, split
I gave you one chance and you miss, give me advances no gibberish
Been too humble, I ain't with the shit
Get too much money to be dealing with, no bullshit I got dividends
I'm cuttin' out all of my loose ends
No jumps in the middle, that's it
Mojo Jojo off the rip, your tendencies got you clipped
Keep waiting on tips, no intercepts, no deal
You ain't never kept it real, should've never ever squealed
How you feel, what you thinking
You was tweaking now you're weaking
You left out now you're weeping
Once you sold there's no reason
You should've minded your damn business
But now I'm off to the checks getting money with my fam
I split it with the whole team you jammed your stuck
You left out on the bag you crossed me once, not again
You should've stuck to the plan, could've made a million now you sitting on a band
Look at your stance fall back you a fan
Peaking out from the stands
You could've been with me, we came from the bottom and you missed me
You missing the money you playing B, been way too humble can't go to sleep
Sheesh, you ef-up, split
I gave you one chance and you miss
Give me advances no gibberish
Been too humble, I ain't with the shit
Getting too much money to be dealing with it
No bullshit, I got dividends
I'm cutting out all of my loose ends, no new friends
No new friends, I got Ben
That's my bestie, we set trends
Off the bench, we offense
We attack, say what's real
Jump and deal, dive and swim
My neck glitter, yeah, it's real
That's a fish, make a squeal
That's all night, we ride hills
Gawk-Gawk out 3000, that throat game for me
Buy that bitch new pair of Givenchy jeans
Pop this champagne, it's Dom Perignon
Sipping the finest, my life is so sweet
Been way too humble, I'm living for me and only me
Can't stress about no critics
The only way up is to mold me
Sheesh, you ef-up, split
I gave you one chance and you miss
Give me advances no gibberish
Been too humble, I ain't with the shit
Getting too much money to be dealing with it
No bullshit, I got dividends
I'm cutting out all of my loose ends
No new friends
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Writer(s): Burton Baloubi
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