Testo jobe tawwk - Blxckie feat. K1llbrady
Testo della canzone jobe tawwk (Blxckie feat. K1llbrady), tratta dall'album see u soon
(Call me when you need me)
(Oh yeah)
Had to go make a bag, it weren't easy
I got racks now, they act like they need me
I got all these young kids tryna be me
I believe it, I don't need a genie
Promised granny she'd see me on TV
See through all black shades like I'm Stevie
Makin' racks, and it turned to a habit
223, make him bounce like a rabbit
Talk about racks, I don't care 'bout your status
In the lead, I got too much of stamina
I stack it up, and then count it up all by myself
Really, I feel like a loner
Stop all that talkin', your whole fit cost my belt
And it's no cappin' or jokin'
When it's 'bout racks, I'm not jokin'
SL white diamonds, they pokin'
Double D came with pressure, she chokin'
Through the backdoor, don't leave it open
I got big diamonds, neck always soakin'
Told your bitch to D ride like a token
Like two years ago, I was just hopin'
Now I see all my dreams, and they closer
Glock .15, it don't stay in the holster
We can put that lil' boy on a poster
Take my gang to go shoppin' at Dover
'Cause you only live once, then it's over
Vivienne west wood, a baguetty choker
How I'm running up racks, still a scholar?
Thought I told you, bitch, I'm a young baller
I say, "Block and delete," I don't call her
(Go-go-go go-go-go-go-go go-go)
I'm dappin' up, Brady, we got one
I'm swimmin', I need me a costume
I blew up, it's really combustion
Yes, I been spendin', I'm spendin' it all
I really don't care 'bout the costin'
Playin' that bih' like a fuckin' guitar
I know all the keys, and the notes
Talk about bread, yes, I got me a loaf
I'm really 'bout it, don't brag, and I don't boast
I'm the type, bag me a baddie, then ghost
You the type, bag you a baddie, then post
I'm wavy, I came from the coast
You sketchy, you don't know the code
I really got used to the cold
I even stopped wipin' my nose
Play my shit now, and your girl she get freaky
I wake up, and trend for no reason
GMG, and you don't know the secret
GMG, and you don't know the feelin'
Brag about it, yes, I feel like a villain
GMG, we in the top of the buildin'
Whoa, Kasumi
Credits
Writer(s): Sihle Sithole, Akhona Bereng, Lebohang Sithole, Ketumile Gaopalelwe Wechoemang
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