Testo Never Fold - Zaytoven feat. B.o.B
Testo della canzone Never Fold (Zaytoven feat. B.o.B), tratta dall'album Lost Tapes
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
Bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
Bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
Never fold under pressure
Shine around with that Wesson
Glock sittin' on the dresser
Amen, God bless ya
City nigga with a check
Shit on nigga with the set, head in the 'Vette
Red dot from the TEC
Red spots on your neck, live from the 'jects
London, flip a brick, keep 'em coming
Been running shit since a youngin
Go and tell 30 that she want it
All I want is money, nigga, run it
Rip a beat, I'm from the street
I'm packing heat, that mac and cheese go good with cake, nigga
Fuck the cost, I been the boss
I got it all from California, way out of state, nigga
Take your bitch on a date
Yeah, she went for the bait, yeah
Ate the pussy like steak
Now I'm all in her face, yeah
Bobby London, Zaytoven
Drivin' shit, now it's over
Fuck your bitch on the sofa
Had to call up the chauffeur, smash in that Rover
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
Bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
Bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
I ain't trippin' off a swoop
Just being honest like I'm Fuke
Philippines in my DM
Bitches tryna get the scoop
Like, "Where you going? Where you been?
You different now than you was then"
Y'all forget I'm from Decatur
Like a nigga got an evil twin
Y'all forget I get it in
Y'all forget I get it in
I just keep up with my checks
I don't keep up with the trends, no
You can give me your opinion
I can show you where to shove it
I don't need the two pennies
All that talking in the booth
I was on the island, smoking on exotic
Mind on autopilot when I started dialing
Then I thought about it, bitch, you out of pocket
You just shit on yourself, ain't no Porta-Potty
Zay on the beat, motherfuck y'all charts
This some East Atlanta shit, what the fuck y'all thought?
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
Bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
Bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
Bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
Never fold under pressure
Extra strap on the dresser
Bitch bad, I'ma press her
My niggas down for whatever
Run it up through the roof
Ceiling fans on the coupe
Want the cream, want the loot
Try me, bitch, I'ma shoot
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Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Bobby Ray Simmons, Jaucquez Lowe, Walter Scott Williams
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