Testo Nobody Gets Me - Kkaya
Testo della canzone Nobody Gets Me (Kkaya), tratta dall'album Letter To the Critics - Single
I ain't tryna love you, I'm just tryna fuck you bitch
I'm sorry that I always been a problem real demon child
Just tryna fuck right now cause I ain't had that pussy in a while
Ever since you put that shit on me
Been the only thing to make me smile
Ever since you put that shit on me
Been the only thing to calm me down
I know I love the xans but they really just cramp my style
I know I love my fans
But some of y'all really creep me out
Y'all gotta stop acting like y'all know these rappers
Who live in ATL
Y'all don't
Yeah but baby do you miss me
You ain't hit my phone in a while do you miss me
You ain't hit my phone in a while do you miss me
Don't none of these hoes check up on me
And sometimes it gets to me
Everybody say they feel me but nobody gets me
If you really felt me you'd have empathy not envy
Sometimes I really hate myself
And that's the real me
Sometimes I think I'm on everyone's level
Yeah everyone's besides me
Yeah you ain't on my level lil bro
You wanna be her guy but she said no you too broke
I really pop my shit cause that's just all that I know
I'm really tryna get rich as fuck with all of my bros
We pick and choose with these bitches
Yeah we pick and choose em
Tripping over bitches
That's the easiest way to go lose em
I ran my money up so tall that I need different units
You doing this trying to be cool
I need these drugs so I abuse them
I'm in the spot with my white niggas
And we ain't going for NATHAN
If you try james or Lukas that's a quick assassination
And y'all think I want white girls
Hell yeah? I don't discriminate shit.
If she got a fat ass and she got some titties
Hell yeah she can get this dick
And I treat this gun like a bey blade
You wanna battle I let it rip
I'ma aim it at your head aim it at your neck
Make a nigga call his momma right quick
I'm in the spot looking fresh as fuck
That's everyday I got a different fit
Got a big ass truck got your bitch in the backseat
Shane in the backseat RIP
Just look at my diamonds they glisten
Just look at you nigga you not it
And she asked what's in your pocket
And you told the hoe change the topic
Nigga I'm good at rapping I rock it
Quit with the cap shit you need to stop it
Made a couple hits and you can't top it
I tell her to suck on my dick baby top it
I got some more bars just to top it off
And I'm finna switch up the flow too
You said that you gang with me
But hari nor gave nor joe don't know you
And when I be freestyling I feel like god
Man this shit don't really got no rules
Yeah I been doing this shit for a minute
I could engineer on logic or on pro tools
I eat good might catch me at nobu
You eat bad you thought that was soul food
Yeah somebody should've told you
You was eating bad
You gotta stop putting that shit in your body bro
I could rap about anything
But I'm getting bored so I been rapping about food
I'm done now
Yeah but baby do you miss me
You ain't hit my phone in a while do you miss me
You ain't hit my phone in a while do you miss me
Don't none of these hoes check up on me
And sometimes it gets to me
Everybody say they feel me but nobody gets me
If you really felt me you'd have empathy not envy
Sometimes I really hate myself
And that's the real me
Sometimes I think I'm on everyone's level
Yeah everyone's besides me
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Writer(s): Kaya Davis
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