Testo NEBRASKA - Multiszn feat. aydin
Testo della canzone NEBRASKA (Multiszn feat. aydin), tratta dall'album NEBRASKA
Artifex made this one boy!
Heard you moving all the way out to Nebraska
Writing this hoping that I can catch you
Put the past up in the past 'cause it don't matter
Ohh
Before you leave I gotta ask you
Can you stay bitch?
My bitch real
Widebody, my kit real
Saks Fifth, my fit real
I'm on that shit, real deal
Yeah
I don't be counting up bills
I don't be counting up profit
I stack it up
I take off out to the hills
Took the scat out to Nevada, huh
Yeah, please do not fuck up my vibe
Fuck the business, we been wildin' huh
Yeah, she been tryna fuck me all night
Wake up every morning T'd up
I told my mama that I made this shit
Told a bitch I don't give 3 fucks
Get up on top and I vibrate the bitch
Fuck my ex hoe, I can't violate the bitch
Everybody know I hate the bitch
Broads in LA and Nevada, I get what I wanna
I'm making the trends
Fuck 'bout a dollar, I ain't save for tomorrow
I whip the Impala like I made the Benz
Bitch tryna holler
She suck it and swallow
She think I'm a baller, like I'm made of bread
Hear just what I said
Sob story, don't cry again
Caught you in hi-res
Still smell you in my bed
Bullshit, leave it at the door
New bitch, sweeter than couture
Higher than the Marley fam
Cloud 9 with all these strands
Uh-huh
Coco Chanel on your curls, I'm never gon' forget
When we last fucked it felt deeper than just sex
And the last call felt like you never left
Heart cold like Nebraska baby
Fuck it I'm finna go
Cold like Nebraska, baby
Fuck it I'm finna go faster, baby
Margiela frames to look at the bullshit
I think I should whip it and dash, lil' baby
Claiming that I can't love enough
But I broke myself, just to keep in touch
Said you're tryna practice self-love
But you moved on to the next one
I swear to god he a dead boy
If I don't catch a body in a week, then put a gun to my head yeah
Mama ain't raise no bitch
I love that woman to death
Guess I need to treat myself
One chance is all they get
Heard you moving all the way out to Nebraska
Writing this hoping that I can catch you
Put the past up in the past 'cause it don't matter
Ohh
Before you leave I gotta ask you
Can you stay bitch?
My bitch real
Widebody, my kit real
Saks Fifth, my fit real
I'm on that shit, real deal
Yeah
I don't be counting up bills
I don't be counting up profit
I stack it up
I take off out to the hills
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Suazo, Aydin Music
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