Testo Fidget - Lil Skies
Testo della canzone Fidget (Lil Skies), tratta dall'album Fidget
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, ay
Based1 got them bands, hoe (ay, ay)
The whip don't got no keys, I press the start and hit the gas and go
She just wanna f- with me, I hit that - and she drop it low
Drop a bag, I spend the fee, the opps, they really wanna know
Is he really cashin' out or is that young - broke?
- with me, you can get robbed, you can get poked
I just walked inside the club and I was dancin' with my pole
I don't really trust nobody, I can never trust a soul
I walk in, I'm poppin' tags, which one? Eeny, miny, moe
Oh yeah, oh yeah, we ballin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, she callin'
These -, they broke, walk in, they stalling (yeah)
I got the bag, I spend it, I'm balling
Yeah, - know that I'm all in
Walk in, I'm spending a bag (oh yeah)
Lil' shawty, she know I'm glad (mhm)
Walk in and I'm making her mad (okay)
I was making the broke - sad (uh-huh)
I don't even wanna do nothing (nothing)
And I'm really - on this ting (this ting)
And she know I got big dreams
Walked in and I'm sipping on -
Mixed the ice with the cream, yeah
We do not - with the opps
We puttin' them - on FOX (pew, pew)
I put them boys in the box (in the box)
I do not know who you are
I really rock out with guitars
I really do hang with the stars (yeah)
Okay, my car is fast (yeah)
I see you, I'm swerving, I'm drivin', I crash
These - be hatin', I'm on my last
I see you, I'm coming, I'm running, I blast
The whip don't got no keys, I press the start and hit the gas and go
She just wanna - with me, I hit that -, she drop it low
Drop a bag, I spend the fee, the opps, they really wanna know
Is he really cashin' out or is that young - broke?
- with me, you can get robbed, you can get poked
I just walked inside the club and I was dancin' with my pole
I don't really trust nobody, I can never trust a soul
I walk in, I'm poppin' tags, which one? Eeny, miny, moe
Yeah, I'm in it, I had to go get 'em in it
I had to take me a minute
I had to take me a pill (pill)
I'm high, she know what to do (mhm)
I'm doing this - for the thrill
I really don't get no chills
I really got houses on hills
I really be chilling with Bill (mhm)
I had to go get it (get it)
We selling whole midgets
I told them don't fidget
I'm really trappin' in here (in here)
You cannot come in here
We shootin' like John Deere (Deere)
We do not show no fear (fear)
We do not trust anybody (body)
I'm feelin' like John Gotti
I had to get out of there 'cause I know these - would stop me
I'm droppin' that hot like Wasabi
Flexed up, I stunt with my posse
Lil' shawty got lips, I'm glossy
And she - me up in the lobby (yeah)
It's a lot of weed to roll up (yeah)
Why you askin' questions, shawty? I just wanna -
Got a lot of money, - you can't add it up
What is trust? Get that little - some dust
The whip don't got no keys, I press the start and hit the gas and go
She just wanna - with me, I hit that -, she drop it low
Drop a bag, I spend the fee, the opps, they really wanna know
Is he really cashin' out or is that young - broke?
- with me, you can get robbed, you can get poked
I just walked inside the club and I was dancin' with my pole
I don't really trust nobody, I can never trust a soul
I walk in, I'm poppin' tags, which one? Eeny, miny, moe
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Writer(s): Kimetrius Foose, Ben Sturdivant, Alexander Walter Bak
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