Testo Cheating On Wifey - Krept & Konan feat. MoStack
Testo della canzone Cheating On Wifey (Krept & Konan feat. MoStack), tratta dall'album Revenge Is Sweet
If I sleep with my gun, is that cheatin' on wifey?
Ah, I have to, these niggas don't like me
I don't mind a likkle passa or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang, I'll do it how you want to
See I don't really speak, I just mhm-hm-hm
You ain't really street, boy, mhm-hm-hm
My gyal wanna get the mhm-hm-hm
Give her that look like mhm-hm-hm
Gyal want gifts, sorry, not bank
One question, are you gonna off pant?
Man's hot topic, Adam, Ishmael, Ibrahim
Sorry, I'm just countin' the profit
Big long coat when I enter
Wait, I think I'm the black Arsène Wenger
Aim at your centre, tell me where your friends are
The ting went rah but them man can't remember
Got a couple Malis that don't do ragar
Got no sabar, big fuckin' hammer
And they always ask me the same damn question
"Should I cum with the gun or shit make splatter?"
Somethin' dangerous in the Nike bag
I came with a crazy lookin' white lad
He looks kinda Irish, his 4-5 ish
And he's on joints, arthritis, ay
Tell that gyal this is mink, get your hand off
Real like Ramos, grrr like Kavos
Swap your flat for my jewels if I knock a couple grand off
Big stones in my hand got me feelin' like Thanos
Just a young nigga gettin' rich
Money like Mitch, hustle like Nip
Used to have a big stick in the crib
Now I got a big crib in the sticks, ay
If I sleep with my gun, is that cheatin' on wifey?
Ah, I have to, these niggas don't like me
I don't mind a likkle passa or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang, I'll do it how you want to
See I don't really speak, I just mhm-hm-hm
You ain't really street, boy, mhm-hm-hm
My gyal wanna get the mhm-hm-hm
Give her that look like mhm-hm-hm
Got-got somethin' under the puffer
Red devil but I came with a cutter
Dior in the spring, double G's in the summer
Chanel's on your feet, all I see is a runner (Ooh)
Akhi in a dinger tryna find opps (Skrr)
That big gun have you tryna find God
Came for the riches, takin' your missus
Jay1 told you he's jokin' but I'm not (Hahaha)
Gold diggers lookin' for a pot of gold
Ice on my neck, they don't know if I'm hot or cold (Freezin')
They keep tellin' me that I'm a role model
But I'm here tellin' models roll (Ayo, babes, where you goin'?)
Right back to the suite
If I sleep with my cocky, does it mean I'm a cheat? (Am I a cheat?)
I can't lie, I fell in love with the beat
But there's no future, she belongs to the streets
If I sleep with my gun, is that cheatin' on wifey?
Ah, I have to, these niggas don't like me
I don't mind a likkle passa or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang, I'll do it how you want to
See I don't really speak, I just mhm-hm-hm
You ain't really street, boy, mhm-hm-hm
My gyal wanna get the mhm-hm-hm
Give her that look like mhm-hm-hm
If I sleep with my gun, is that cheatin' on wifey?
Ah, I have to, these niggas don't like me
I don't mind a likkle passa or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang, I'll do it how you want to
See I don't really speak, I just mhm-hm-hm
You ain't really street, boy, mhm-hm-hm
My gyal wanna get the mhm-hm-hm
Give her that look like mhm-hm-hm
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Writer(s): Samuel Daley Montell
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