Testo Neva Fallin Off Freestyle - 8K feat. Chef Boy, Vinny West & 1K Nae
Testo della canzone Neva Fallin Off Freestyle (8K feat. Chef Boy, Vinny West & 1K Nae), tratta dall'album Neva Fallin Off Freestyle
My kicks like Jackie Chan, these niggas don't understand
My wingspan is expanding
These niggas know I'm the man, but I get the hate
Instead of congratulations
And these niggas not original, they just a replication
I'm a mean black guy, just like a fuckin' Haitian
So ain't no dating my daughter, use your imagination
Niggas be waiting on that day like I'm gonna fall off
And niggas be waiting on that call like I'm gonna call off
Bitch, this ain't no work shit, I don't be on that perk shit
Ram shit like I'm perking, slide making it worth it
Been popping since chirping
With my 730, now I gotta keep a 30
Like I'm Stephen Curry
And I ain't never saying shit 'cause my vision blurry
So if I empty out this clip, nigga, you better hurry
You better run, nigga, better run
Niggas shittin' on you niggas, y'all niggas my son (what?)
I do this shit for fun
Look, uh
I'm GQ, nigga, I like fly shit
I pocket any bitch I want
RPO, I got eyes
Niggas kept the spools, man, we call it high model
Lil' bitch be a roller, she was thotting and balling
Look good
And baby, I come with a thump
With my squabbles touch tens, man, I come with a slump
Three-point stance, ass up, go dumber
Lil' L.A. baby dude, shooter got a dump
They like Vinny, where you been?
I been ducked from the nonsense
They don't mention me, I don't care, I make 'em nonsense
Boy sick
Niggas hate when I get a hit
Fake handshakes, nah, nigga, you's a bitch
Won't tell me
Niggas bitch made, so jelly
All black truck militant, so pressin'
I'll boogie down
Vinny West, sir
Jelly, get excited
Throw that ass back, girl, impression
I can't help my shit poppin', I don't make the rules
You gotta go for ten niggas, bitch, fuck two
You and all your rich friends, I shouldn't have had y'all come through
You broke tryna get your dick wet, you got shit confused
Stressin' over that bum nigga, I hate to be used
Don't be mad, you chose me, you ain't see these
All that little inner shit you be doing, it is not fit to do
Give me a minute, you can't rush this truth
Your ass need to get your ass right or get your ass laid
The last nigga didn't come correct, I wasn't that impressed
I don't trust none of y'all motherfuckers, I really trust myself
I gotta be cool with this nigga, his shit hit on the twirl
Lettin' that bum nigga play with you, you don't love yourself
She like this guy, so he know I'ma treat him well
I'm a fat, so you know I gotta keep the belt
I cost half, so you know I'ma give him hell
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