Testo great - Smrtdeath feat. WHOKILLEDXIX
Testo della canzone great (Smrtdeath feat. WHOKILLEDXIX), tratta dall'album it’s fine
Write my shit anymore
When she take it from my heart
You know i can do that
No disrespect
They like damn u doin great
But for me that's just okay
Whenever i'm better they won't get a taste
Imma eat everything that's on my plate on my plate
They like damn u caught a break
Nah i be working harder on my day off
What the fuck u think i'm getting paid for
I don't roll the dice know what they'll say what they'll say
Damn u doin great
Money move like weight
How it good do it feel tho to have dior on your face
I'm like i don't really think no
I just do my thing tho
But i am runnin out of fingers to be putting all these rings on
Sing songs and they like it
But i'm on somе bitch don't kill my vibe shit
Cuz i'm goin crazy
But do not praise me
Don't got timе to feel a way
They like damn u doin great
But for me that's just okay
Whenever i'm better they won't get a taste
Imma eat everything that's on my plate on my plate
They like damn u caught a break
Nah i be working harder on my day off
What the fuck u think i'm getting paid for
I don't roll the dice know what they'll say what they'll say
Can't tell nothing to a man like me bitch i might be
Out here touching on some bands high key but i don't even like me
I know they see me lookin way too pretty on the ig yeah they wanna bite me bite me
But that ain't likely likely i'm me u the type be lookin up a type beat my beat
They like damn u doin great
But for me that's just okay
Whenever i'm better they won't get a taste
Imma eat everything that's on my plate on my plate
They like damn u caught a break
Nah i be working harder on my day off
What the fuck u think i'm getting paid for
I don't roll the dice know what they'll say what theyll say
B-b-b boy you shop at Michael's
My raps in a with a
If you're cracking my jaw, I won't get it right, though
Cracking my fists 'cause I'm done being nice, hoe
She tells me she ain't get that Percy yet
I-I'm off the O.G shit, a Percocet
I just got with my O.Gs, they tell me, conquer it
And when I come through everybody just know I got the next
I want a, I want a private jet
I wanna feel on that pussy and get my fingers wet
But do not call me in the morning, looking for sex
I cannot be on the same shit
O.Gs, give me that weed, I'm a gaslight fiend
For the gas gas right
Mommy, where it needs, baby please get that ass right
I can be your first man, show you what some cash's like
They like damn u doin great
But for me that's just okay
Whenever i'm better they won't get a taste
Imma eat everything that's on my plate on my plate
They like damn u caught a break
Nah i be working harder on my day off
What the fuck u think i'm getting paid for
I don't roll the dice know what they'll say what they'll say
They like damn u doin great
But for me that's just okay
Whenever i'm better they won't get a taste
Imma eat everything that's on my plate on my plate
They like damn u caught a break
Nah i be working harder on my day off
What the fuck u think i'm getting paid for
I don't roll the dice know what they'll say what they'll say
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew James Malpass, Alex Calderon, Michael Skwark, Kareen Patterson
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