Testo Come Wit It - Superb
Testo della canzone Come Wit It (Superb), tratta dall'album Parlay Or Nothin', Vol. 1
Uh, let's get it right
Now aint the time to be bullshittin'
Feel me
You kno you ill you don't even gotta question it
They outclassed cuz they lack the prerequisites
Ric flair flexin' work ethic like some Mexicans
Play my cards the best who your chips when all bets are in
Learned how to bubble way before the imessaging
Besides a bag my mind and craft I invested in
Guaranteed to Lay down some heat before the session end
I done seen pussy and greed get the best of men
Some outta balance too much production of estrogen
Healthy man regime
Paper daily sets is in
Dipped in my own shit I pushed the pen I pull up set to win
If you hate seeing niggas do it big you gon be vexed again
Expertise know how
Got some real skills and some hustle you can ball out
Ya drive ull never stall out
Really woke you'll see the bond was weak before the fallout
Wolves gotta eat couldn't be a sheep I'm goin all out, uh
Shoot for the stars you know you gotta come wit it
Hustle or starve ain't nobody gon come wit it
Ignoring the frauds fake broads they come wit it
Got thru them hard times but the scars they come wit it
Jewelry and cars livin' large could come wit it
Stand for what's yours cuz the honor don't come wit it
If I press record you kno bars gon come wit it
Long as I play my part I know God gon come wit
Soul righteous but still evil you watch when you winning
Don't smoke but the sig 17 shots come wit it
I gave a few Jewels to my bro told em listen
Put in the time focus ya mind til you stick it
A Lotta niggas wishin' never got a plan
Some think that they riding for cheap this ain't a dollar van
We gettin funded that is not a scam
Access a lot of bands
My man's got caught with grams before he got the chance
My netty still let me know when the Pounds ull land
Master of the breakdown ehonda a thousand hands
Orange hairs like blanka it get you fried
Don't realize they in they own way the issues pride
One of a kind if I'm lit you shine
First must be rich in mind
No trick daddy told her if you slip you slide
Can't be afraid to fail or you'll wish you tried
Sitting out or is you coming with it better pick a side, whoa
Shoot for the stars you know you gotta come wit it
Hustle or starve ain't nobody gon come wit it
Ignoring the frauds fake broads they come wit it
Got thru them hard times but the scars they come wit it
Jewelry and cars livin' large could come wit it
Stand for what's yours cuz the honor don't come wit it
If I pressed record you kno bars gon come wit it
Long as I play my part I know God gon come wit
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Writer(s): Quinson Kilgore
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