Testo I Learnt - Kidd Kidd
Testo della canzone I Learnt (Kidd Kidd), tratta dall'album Fuk da Fame: American Trapstar
This is a Murder Prince production
Fuck the fame
Here's a fire beat, so it's gonna get burnt
Money over bitches, but both of them get you burnt
He ain't go trust, take him to church
I cut class to hit the heaven, that's what I learnt
I learnt
I learnt
That's what I learnt
I learnt
I learnt
Nigga, that's what I learnt
That's what I learnt
Money over bitches, but both of them get you burnt
Get you burnt
He ain't go trust, take him to church
I learnt
I learnt
Nigga, that's what I learnt
I learnt
I learnt
Jumping in that water, boy, I hope you can surf
I take that same Mr. Grampy, put it on a shirt
I ain't felt so alive since my mom gave birth
Niggas say they ballin' till I put my cleats on their toes
You ain't on my level, cuz my pay was too low
Your girl was so late coming home, cuz I was taking too long
Man, we got downtown in this bitch, now won't you let it be known
Turn on friends, ain't it that one way, I be right on them zone
From the bottom to the top, what a wonderful feeling
The coupe ain't got no top, where the fuck is the ceiling?
Versace shades on, with that Power X vision
Watch a nigga whip it like some badass chill
Here's a fire beat, so it's gon' get burnt
Money over bitches, but both of them get you burnt
He ain't go trust, take him to church
I cut class to hit the F, and that's what I learnt
I learnt
I learnt
That's what I learnt
I learnt
I learnt
Nigga, that's what I learnt
Money over bitches, but both of them get you burnt
He ain't go trust, take him to church
I learnt
I learnt
Nigga, that's what I learnt
I learnt
I learnt
Nigga, that's what I learnt
Nigga, that's what I learnt
Fake friends, gon turn
And the hoe gon' be yours
You got to wait your turn
Ain't nobody givin' a hand out, so you gotta earn
Nigga, I can't get in mind why you ain't bigger in yarn
People all up in your business, man, why you so concerned
Only God can judge me, court adjourned
Don't dab me, I don't know you
Wanna scrap me, I'ma show you
This gat, got no holster
One black, and it's over
Get clapped, like the Nova
R.I.P. Soulja
I was trappin' on Mazant
When Wayne lived and he stole it
I been there, and I did that
Yo, man, bitch, I hit that
Toilet, give me a hand, contact
Girl, I need to snip that
Real nigga, I pin that
Stamp, sign, and seal that
Duck down when you hear that
Gun sound from that get-at
Them shots, son, gettin' sent back
Say I'm fake, I resent that
Rida Maine on my get-at
Catch up, like Paulina, ah
It's a fire beat, so it's gon' get burnt
Money over bitches, but both of them get you burnt
Here it go, trust, take him to church
I cut class to hit the heaven, that's what I learnt
I learnt, I learnt, that's what I learnt
I learnt, I learnt, nigga, that's what I learnt
Money over bitches, but both of them get you burnt
Here it go, trust, take him to church
I learnt, I learnt, nigga, that's what I learnt
I learnt, I learnt, nigga, that's what I learnt
Nigga, that's what I learnt
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Writer(s): Curtis Stewart
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