Testo false alarm - 916frosty
Testo della canzone false alarm (916frosty), tratta dall'album false alarm
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (NiNETY8)
False alarm, false alarm
Chasin' all these bags like it's Saint Laurent
Tell it to the city, tell 'em that I'm on
Catch a case of frostbite, just look at my arm
False alarm, false alarm
Get close to my circle, got the firearm
Rockin' out like Hendrix but without guitars
They told me to keep my grind and I'll go far
Yeah, what? Your bitch got my kids on her face, yeah
Hop in the 'Rari and race, Balenciaga's my taste
Take your bitch outta the race, hunnid thousand in the safe
Hid the clip, I don't want no case, threw the bands in the trap all day
I just saw your man, and he can't afford my clothes
Why you tryna flex on me while you don't got no hos?
Keep it up like this and one day you gon' get exposed
Walk outside of Lenox with some Ricky on my toes
Sleepin' on me? Go and take a nap
Askin' favors? I won't hit you back (yeah)
Made it up, hit 'em with the dab
Fire hazard when I'm in the lab (fire)
Turnin' up all the 808s
Pop a Xan' 'til I fade away
Pour a four in the Minute-Maid
Lil' fuckboy, get out my way (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, NiNETY8, yeah)
False alarm, false alarm (it's a false alarm)
Chasin' all these bags like it's Saint Laurent (no YSL)
Tell it to the city, tell them that I'm on (that I'm on now)
Catch a case of frostbite, just look at my arm (yeah)
False alarm, false alarm (it's a false alarm)
Get close to my circle, got the firearm (grr-ah)
Rockin' out like Hendrix but without guitars (rock star)
They told me to keep my grind and I'll go far
Blow a hunnid with the squad, tearin' fuck shit up (tearin' fuck shit up)
Haters keep on talkin' 'til we run it up (run it up)
White bitch on the pole, throw that money up (money up)
All your friends be salty, tell them, "Suck it up" (yeah)
Purple in my double-cup, 'bout to touch the sky (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't move my legs even when I try (try)
Say she got a family thing, why you gotta lie? (Why you gotta lie?)
Why you gotta leave so soon? Baby, stay the night
Fuck with me, I'll take it further
Make a wish like Timmy Turner
They gon' hit you with the burner
Thought of gettin' cash, now I'm a learner, yeah (NiNETY8)
False alarm, false alarm (it's a false alarm)
Chasin' all these bags like it's Saint Laurent (no YSL)
Tell it to the city, tell 'em that I'm on (that I'm on now)
Catch a case of frostbite, just look at my arm (yeah)
False alarm, false alarm (it's a false alarm)
Get close to my circle, got the firearm (grr-ah)
Rockin' out like Hendrix but without guitars (rock star)
They told me to keep my grind and I'll go far
Oh-oh-oh
Ho-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-ah-ah
Ah, yeah (NiNETY8)
Credits
Writer(s): Mich Hansen, Kara Dioguardi, Peter Wallevik, James Newman, Becky Hill, Daniel Heloy Davidsen, Tom Straete Lagergren
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