Testo Disgruntled - Chase & Status
Testo della canzone Disgruntled (Chase & Status), tratta dall'album Generic Everything
Most my bredrins ex-felons
One-five legend got links in Devon
That's where I'm heading
White girl Megan, quarter past eleven
Finger on the address, yes, it fell from Heaven
I'm a basic yute tryna make it through
In a gray sweatsuit, drive or take that route
Tryna make that loot, make it quick and cute
More time I'm on mute, wake up and burn a zoot
I'm on all kinds of fuckery, biscuit for everybody
The kickback lovely, your tings, dеm are rusty
Big jacket puffy, you breathе so you're lucky
I don't know nobody, they link with everybody
Big money in bundles, came from the jungle
See big man crumble, who brung your uncle?
I came up a young bull, from gripping the handle
I can't be humble when man's disgruntled
We run tings, tings no run we
Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me
The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury
Man are real badman inna di industry
We run tings, tings no run we
Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me
The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury
'Cah man are real badman inna di industry
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, whoo
Mummy said I got a hard head, beef man with no bread
You're already half-dead, we ain't even started
These bredrin got clarted, dudes like rat head
The vehicle departed, I jump in my bed
If I got more jewel, I'ma got more tool
And I'm so old school, keep it so cool
Trust me, I'm no fool, and I got one rule
Keep something local, nigga, end up a sample
Big money in bundles, came from the jungle
See big man crumble, who brung your uncle?
I came up a young bull, from gripping the handle
I can't be humble when man's disgruntled
We run tings, tings no run we
Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me
The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury
Man are real badman inna di industry
We run tings, tings no run we
Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me
The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury
'Cah man are real badman inna di industry
We run tings, tings no run we
We run tings, tings no run we
Yeah, you got the grip, we need that
When I come, you got the world and I'ma see that
Big money in bundles, came from the jungle
See big man crumble, who brung your uncle?
I came up a young bull, from gripping the handle
I can't be humble when man's disgruntled
We run tings, tings no run we
Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me
The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury
'Cah man are real badman inna di industry
We run tings, tings no run we
Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me
The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury
'Cah man are real badman inna di industry
Yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Credits
Writer(s): William Frederick Kennard, Saul Gregory Milton, Momodou Lamin Jallow, Anthony Bunbury, Ezra Joshua Bryant, Alexander Naim Noorani
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