Testo Came A Long Way - Yk Delly
Testo della canzone Came A Long Way (Yk Delly), tratta dall'album HURT GO HARDER
Came along way from where I came now
Momma told you gon get it boy just stay down
Running wit them killers and them dealers tryna play round
Yeah, Hopped in my own land tryna change now
Bitch missed out on what the fuck she had
I can't cap this shit is sad I can't cap this shit outbad
I been gettin to this money I swear to god this shit gon last
I been running up them digits swear to god can't go like that
I put this bitch on-side my fifty I was tryna hit the gas
Going up wit hella' digits I put diamonds on my glasses
And I was running up them benjis can't even tell me how it last
How the fuck you switch on me when I gave you what you had—
—yeah gave everything she ask
Had to put this shit in the bag
Tryna put this shit in the past
I swear to god this shit gon last
I swear to god this shit go fast
Ain't no way I'm going back
I was just hittin up them bridges now I got money in my bag nigga
Turn up wit the mob got diamonds in my teeth
I can't fuck wit you if youn' fuck wit me like what the fuck did I think
I ain't wit all of that dissing shit hell naw don't think shit sweet
Lil bitch said that she wanna fuck wit Lil T, bitch can't fuck wit me
These hoes belong to the streets can't fuck wit me got diamonds now
I was tryna get this pape now a young nigga still running now
Running wit the mob bitch I got diamonds I can't help it now
These niggas they can't fuck wit me so yeah they gotta cap a lot
Yeah, put a bitch on what the fuck she want but she ain't buy it
I been doing it on my own talm bout deals I ain't signing
I ain't wit all of that dissing shit you on no I ain't buying it
Ask this bitch like what you on she tell me—yeah
I ain't never meet a bitch who stayed down and I can't cap
You ain't wit all that shit you say you doin in yo' raps
Nigga yen' even did it, nigga yen' even step
I ain't wit all of that faking put my city on the map, yeah
Think it's time I rap my head around this shit
I can't think straight I swear to god this bitch she got me sick
Yeah I already know bitches come and go
No I ain't trippin bout this bitch I just let it go
Yeah, put forty on my neck and on my wrist
I was down to get this money now I'm tryna make it flip
I put the .40 extended clip, I put the .30 on my hip
You ain't wit all of that shit you say you wit you run and dip nigga
How the hell this bitch gon change on me
I'm tryna win this race ion want that fame homie
You ain't wit all of that shit stand with my gang homie
I gave her what she want so how you change on me
Came along way from where I came now
Momma told you gon get it boy just stay down
Running wit them killers and them dealers tryna play round
Yeah, Hopped in my own land tryna change now
Came along way from where I came now
Momma told you gon get it boy just stay down
Running wit them killers and them dealers tryna play round
Yeah, Hopped in my own land tryna change now
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Writer(s): Terrence Howard
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