Testo Lost Ties - Jackboy
Testo della canzone Lost Ties (Jackboy), tratta dall'album Living In History
Pipe that shit up, TNT
Shit I got K1
Niggas started to hate when I started to shine
Lost ties with a couple of niggas that I loved the most
If I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn't have let you close
'Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I score
I'm getting paid 'cause I been grindin'
In and out of state, I'm jumping back from coast to coast
Only worried about the dough, ain't worried about a hoe
I ain't cutting a check with you, hoe, you could die broke
Ain't no way could you get my plate
After you showed so many flaws
Cannot love for me, you don't love yourself
You don't know how special you are
Ain't no way could I be fake
How I played the game so raw
When I was posted at that corner store
I ain't think I would make it this far
But I did, bitch, yeah, I did
Wasn't tryna flex
I bought my Aventador to live
Life the greatest
Earned my stripes, they hate it
Give no fucks, I made it
My drip the latest
Probably somewhere fuckin' on the baddest
I don't even know the bitch but I make her call me daddy
I don't even know her but she make me feel happy
And how I'm fuckin' on her, woulda thought I was mad at her
Niggas started to hate when I started to shine
Lost ties with a couple of niggas that I loved the most
If I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn't have let you close
'Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I score
I'm getting paid 'cause I been grindin'
In and out of state, I'm jumping back from coast to coast
Only worried about the dough, ain't worried about a hoe
I ain't cutting a check with you, hoe, you could die broke
Ain't no point in you even tryna cry
Ain't no point explaining if you gon' lie
I done gave you chances time after time
But you just can't seem to get nothin' right
You a thot bitch, you wanna fuck all night
You a thot bitch, know you can't be my wife
'Fore I go and chill with you, I'd rather go and shoot dice
Only time a nigga nice, when I wanna lay pipe
I'ma put her on a flight
But I won't take her out her night
Girl, I'mma fuck you right
But I'm not 'bout to change your life
I'm not 'bout to change your life
No, I can't do that
Soon as we fuck
I'm sending you back
Thought I lost, girl, look how I floss
Stepping in Balenci's, we shop at Ross
And I ain't worried about the price, baby, I can pay the cost
Young spoiled ass nigga, got designer on my drawers
Niggas started to hate when I started to shine
Lost ties with a couple of niggas that I loved the most
If I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn't have let you close
'Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I score
I'm getting paid 'cause I been grindin'
In and out of state, I'm jumping back from coast to coast
Only worried about the dough, ain't worried about a hoe
I ain't cutting a check with you, hoe, you could die broke
Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Delince, Cody Rounds, Thomas Horton, Jordan Bernard Fulton, Rashaad E Green
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