Testo Imagine - Tion Wayne
Testo della canzone Imagine (Tion Wayne), tratta dall'album T Wayne’s World 3
You know, whatever that be
Whether music, jail, dead, robberies
Who knows?
But we're here, you get me?
Money haffi make, bredrin
You get me?
Yo
Imagine if I didn't spit
Still be on the strip, still tryna hit a lick
Running from the CID, still ducking all these pricks
Suttin' on the hip, feds kicking off my crib
Still be getting shit
Though this money changed my life
Still, I'll go out on an enemy and ride
Beef and whatnot, I don't haffi swallow pride
Ends was so hot, so I'm flooded up with ice
Don't worry about no price
Yo, uh-huh
Had gyal with degrees, was a miracle
That they still fucked with a criminal
Man, it's beef, keep the talk to a minimum
At your front door quicker than Deliveroo
True, live a rockstar life
If she come round way, never trust your wife
Uh-huh, she said it must be nice
See my rose day date flooded up with ice
20K in the club, I'll match it, match it
Gyal suck my dick so ratchet, ratchet
Drillers don't talk, just bang it, slap it
Bang it, hand ting, boom
My accountant, he looks like the feds
Flashback to the times I was raided
Four gyal to myself in the bed
On my life, I don't know who their name is
Imagine if I didn't spit
Still be on the strip, still tryna hit a lick
Running from the CID, still ducking all these pricks
Suttin' on the hip, feds kicking off my crib
Still be getting shit
Though this money changed my life
Still, I'll go out on an enemy and ride
Beef and whatnot, I don't haffi swallow pride
Ends was so hot, so I'm flooded up with ice
Don't worry about no price
Yo, made P's irrelevant
Used to roll shank and Sony Ericsson
And I stuff so much pound in my jeans
Now the pot's got cream resemblance
Coulda been done out, nuttin' in wallet
Or doing up jailhouse, eating up porridge
Did dirt man, man, I used to jerk man in college
Now the Rolex wrist so solid
Opps got no knowledge, internet talking shit
But I cheffed him up and dished the whip
Man, a fed try put your boys' life to bits
Now I think about the pigs and I get a kick
Blowing out her back, one hand on the strap
Used to hold my wap, she just put it on her lap
And the way you took them risks, they forgot you
And if you're real, got my back, then I love you
Imagine if I didn't spit
Still be on the strip, still tryna hit a lick
Running from the CID, still ducking all these pricks
Suttin' on the hip, feds kicking off my crib
Still be getting shit
Though this money changed my life
Still, I'll go out on an enemy and ride
Beef and whatnot, I don't haffi swallow pride
Ends was so hot, so I'm flooded up with ice
Don't worry about no price
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Junior Odunwo, Joshua Nii Oti Ankrah, Timic Noloka
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