Testo No Choice - Key Glock
Testo della canzone No Choice (Key Glock), tratta dall'album Yellow Tape 2 (Deluxe)
Ayy, I jumped up off the porch, I had no choice but to get it
My mama was at home, my daddy was lyin' 'bout comin' to get me
I told you bitches I ain't got no feelings and I meant it (I meant that)
Yeah, I just told my niggas they know whatever they with, I'm with it (I'm with it)
Let's get it, uh (let's get it)
Run up them digits, yeah (run up them digits, yeah)
Hold that shit down, stay on your pivot (stay on your pivot, yeah)
You can't take this shit with you, nigga, spend it (nigga, spend that shit, yeah)
The world is yours, young nigga, it ain't no limit, uh (it ain't no limit)
Young nigga, live it, yeah (young nigga, live it), young nigga, live it (young nigga, live it up, yeah)
Ayy, whatever you do, make sure you get it, yeah (make sure you get it, yeah)
Whatever you do, make sure you get it, yeah (make sure you get it, yeah)
Whatever you do, just watch them niggas you keep with you, uh (yeah, yeah)
Can't end up victim, nah, bitch, I'm a gorilla, yeah
Don't give a fuck at all, baby, I was born like this
I'm screamin', "Fuck the law, fuck the state, and fuck the feds"
Ayy, put this shit on pause, fuck the state and fuck the feds
Flip it, stack it tall, yeah, I can show you how to ball (swish)
I get money all day long, yeah, me and money get along
That money turn me up, yeah, that money turn her on, yeah
That money turn me up, yeah, that money turn her on, yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah
Never been a square (square), Glizock, I'm a player, yeah
They cannot compare, uh (uh-uh), Glizock really rare, yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Yeah, I jumped up off the porch, I had no choice but to get it
Mama was at home, my daddy was lyin' 'bout comin' to get me (yeah)
These bitches know that I ain't got no feelings and I meant it (bitch)
My niggas know that whatever they with, yeah, bitch, I'm with it too (gang)
Yep, I ran it up, but I still keep that tool (bang)
Yeah, born and raised in Memphis, I will give your ass the blues
Uh, I was only eighteen, bitch, I been had made the news
Yeah, they said I robbed somebody and I shot somebody too
Yeah, I came from the bottom, nigga, my life is a movie
Yeah, you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, nigga, keep it movin' (go)
Yeah, real recognize real, who you think you foolin'?
Yeah, real recognize real, who you think you foolin'?
Huh? Nigga
The fuck?
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Writer(s): Durk Banks, Darrel Jackson
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