Testo It Ain't Over - Young Dro
Testo della canzone It Ain't Over (Young Dro), tratta dall'album Best Thang Smokin'
Extreme-aai
This system (this system)
Street Mindz (Street Mindz) (ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy)
Classic (ayy, ayy, ayy), c-classic, classic (bro') (ayy, ayy, ayy) (ha-ha)
Right about now (ayy, ayy, ayy), right about now (ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy)
I need all the ladies (ayy, ayy, ayy) to get on the dance floor and just-, just-, just get your ass on (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Come on, come on and just a legacy
Fuck the fat lady, it ain't over 'til the trap lady sang
Fish-scale boy, nineteen eighty Kane (what?)
Eighty Chevy frame, ride foreign everything
Diamonds in my chain, shining on them lames
Fuck the fat lady, it ain't over 'til the trap lady sang (ayy)
Fish-scale boy, nineteen eighty Kane (yeah)
Eighty Chevy frame, ride foreign everything (yeah)
Diamonds in my chain, shining on them lames (ayy, hit this up, ayy)
My car fuchsia, everything's super
Lights camera action, no time for bloopers
Fish-scale shawty, I'm the blue coupe mover
Definitely lot of losers, snatch a broad and use her
Show her how to blow on my glass, eighty cash
Eighty packs of racks and the classical eighty jazz
Eighty bags of money (yeah), eighty macks from roni
A.K.A. they turning beef to eighty packs of bologne
They waited on me, telling when it's my time to cool it
Blue chevy sit tall, like a Colorado moose do
My cookies round like moons too, my Regal look like prune juice
Why should I be Bishop? I'm drizzled, I got my own Juice
Own crew, on 26s on my own coupe
Own crib, own bricks, plus I own a couple chicks
Know how to put bitches on they own, now they suckin' dick
A1 with lil' bougie, they gotta be lickin' pussy
Money push it, bitch we got a avalanche block
With mo cocaine than they can pull off of the dock
Cut 'em off, Vera Wang bitches ain't a thing
In the chair with the brains gettin' brains, diamonds on my chain
Fuck the fat lady, it ain't over 'til the trap lady sang
Fish-scale boy, nineteen eighty Kane
Eighty Chevy frame, ride foreign everything
Diamonds in my chain, shining on them lames
Fuck the fat lady, it ain't over 'til the trap lady sang
Fish-scale boy, nineteen eighty Kane
Eighty Chevy frame, ride foreign everything
Diamonds in my chain, shining on them lames (ayy, ayy, I changed the cinema)
My fitted look like this, my quarter look like Easter egg
Saks peanut butter thick stackin' payin' pita bread
Eighties Chevy jelly red, milk white yellow guts
Supermodel of the year, lock me a handle cause
Straight yay, handle plug, this is what I'm used to
Million dollar baby we knock 'em out like a booster
Nitro booster, Nextel user, the early bird get the worm, I'm up before the rooster
Even .357, cockle doodle doo ya
Catch him on Rocky Road and let lil' mister free do ya
Trap fans can't wait the Grand Hustle let me loose bruh
28 over you, it's my time I'm overdue
The mansion in the phantom on 'em, baby momma lotus blue
Cocaine fame I'ma buy a mink coat or two (ayy, ayy, what?)
Black triple thick to the floor, young congo
I'm ghetto, me and Tom Cruise still havin' lunch though
Socks cost two hundred, niggas call for jumanji
Fish-scale buy the dry, the bitch front it (what?)
Twenty shy of a hundred (what?) Dro and his royalty
I bet I make a fool of niggas whose ignorin' me
Fuck the fat lady, it ain't over 'til the trap lady sang
Fish-scale boy, nineteen eighty Kane
Eighty Chevy frame, ride foreign everything
Diamonds in my chain, shining on them lames
Fuck the fat lady, it ain't over 'til the trap lady sang
Fish-scale boy, nineteen eighty Kane
Eighty Chevy frame, ride foreign everything
Diamonds in my chain, shining on them lames
Blow the brains out the Chevy I'm grippin' the wood heavily (ayy, beep me)
Break-downs heavy, yo sacks I'm gettin' gregory
Strip game, Dro hoes entertain like Cedric, (aye)
Bitch, I been reppin' since fades in asymmetrics (whoo)
I grew up in the '92, you know I had them rider dudes, in L.A
I was rockin' True, I ain't gotta lie to you (ayy)
Call me Mr. Pita boy, shell toe FILA boy
Polo Ralph Lauren man these hoes can't see the boy
Either twice spray you, retaliation or may you (ayy)
Education and wise, I'll murder the AU
Smarter than Doogie Howser (yeah), I am not a browser
We walk up in the mall and spend a nigga whole house up
Tell the truth platinum pussy nigga shut ya mouth up
Dro goin' nickel, P$C is a missile
Cartier boy official, certified platinum
Look at the Billboards yeen even gotta ask 'em
Fuck the fat lady, it ain't over 'til the trap lady sang
Fish-scale boy, nineteen eighty Kane
Eighty Chevy frame, ride foreign everything
Diamonds in my chain, shining on them lames
Fuck the fat lady, it ain't over 'til the trap lady sang
Fish-scale boy, nineteen eighty Kane
Eighty Chevy frame, ride foreign everything
Diamonds in my chain, shining on them lames (ayy)
You know I stick sign on me, owing some major
Keep playing, voy
Keep playing with this shit man, Young Dro (street vibes)
Keep playing (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Young Dro (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Young Dro (Young Dro) (ah, ah, ah)
A grand hustler, for real, getting better
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Sinclair, Djuan Hart
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