Testo Interstate - Jaydayoungan
Testo della canzone Interstate (Jaydayoungan), tratta dall'album Interstate
(Two4)
She like, "Baby, where you at?", I told her, "I'm on the interstate"
Was like the other day, I talk to Chapo, told me he was straight
He still on that bullshit, even though he locked up in the gates (in 'em gates)
But they just free my brother Guap, so now it's right back to the cake (back to the cake)
I be catchin' plays, clutchin' Ks, know where you stay
Pussy boy, you better not play, advise you, don't get in my way (get in my way)
Clutchin' bad got me wearing jackets all in fucking May
Gettin' cash, this what make me happy, rest of that shit fake
I do whatever to get paid, yeah, I get money every way (every way)
They say I'm stuck in my ways, and I'm like, "Bitch, get out my face" (get out my face)
We can't link up, it's too late, don't want friends, they all snakes (they all snakes)
Rock the show when I'm on stage, they count the back end with my bae
Since I came up, they say I changed up
Bitch, you know I stay with a banga, one in the chamber (bop, bop, bop)
Since you been tryna get your name up, you gon' be famous
Bitch, we gon' blow yo' fuckin' brains up, and leave you banged up
My cousin Boo tell me, "Don't trip"
He playin' again go fuck his face up
Everything I say the truth, get off my dick and get yo' cake up
These niggas act like my bitch and put on thongs and wear some makeup
We always did our shit, I guess that's the reason they hate us
She like, "Baby, where you at?", I told her, "I'm on the interstate"
Was like the other day, I talk to Chapo, told me he was straight
He still on that bullshit, even though he locked up in the gates (in 'em gates)
But they just free my brother Guap, so now it's right back to the cake (back to the cake)
I be catchin' plays, clutchin' Ks, know where you stay
Pussy boy, you better not play, advise you, don't get in my way (get in my way)
Clutchin' bad got me wearing jackets all in fucking May
Gettin' cash, this what make me happy, rest of that shit fake
New York in the Uber, I'm faded
Sipping lean, I'm in love with the taste
Keep guns like I was in the Navy
My time right now, shit crazy
Can't lie, it feel amazing
Lil' bitch wanna have my baby
I can't fuck all night, gotta catch my flight, so you know I ain't stayin'
For better days I been praying
I'm never gon' hold out my hand
I was lit when I pull up on Dan
Smoking loud, I can't hear whatchu saying (can't hear what you sayin')
My pockets stay full of them bands (stay full of them bands)
For my family, I do what I can
All that fake love, that's that shit that I don't need
Shit so deep, when I cry, my eyes bleed
Say they fuck with me, I know they don't fuck with me
I'm getting it in, they been having time to sleep
She like, "Baby, where you at?", I told her, "I'm on the interstate"
Was like the other day, I talk to Chapo, told me he was straight
He still on that bullshit, even though he locked up in the gates (in 'em gates)
But they just free my brother Guap, so now it's right back to the cake (back to the cake)
I be catchin' plays, clutchin' Ks, know where you stay
Pussy boy, you better not play, advise you, don't get in my way (get in my way)
Clutchin' bad got me wearing jackets all in fucking May
Gettin' cash, this what make me happy, rest of that shit fake
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Writer(s): Dwayne Jackson, Javorius Scott
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