Testo Northern Lights - Fetty Wap
Testo della canzone Northern Lights (Fetty Wap), tratta dall'album Fetty Wap - Like It's 2015 Again
Ooh, oh
Uh
E'rywhere I go, I'ma throw up the set
And my money always good, but I cherish respect
Loyalty above it all, takin' that to the death
And it's death before dishonor 'til my last breath
And to see another day, my most valuable threat
Did it good yesterday, but today is the best
When you mean what you say, say that shit with your chest out
I feel like God's gift, like I'm one of the best out
Got the star on a bench, I'ma talk to the press now
Ja Morant to these niggas, I'ma show and impress now
I'm still in the league, man, I guess I gotta kick back up
You gon' know when it's on, that's get back, huh?
If you lost me, carry on, we can't get back up
Let that drum roll, don't make me pick them sticks back up
Yeah, nigga, I think I'm the shit, so what?
All that talkin' crazy, get your shit sewed up
Yeah, they've been movin' weird since my shit slowed up
They had the Glock in the 'Rari, and they shit sewed up
I said, "Baby, won't you come my way?", she showed up
Lifestyle drivin' you crazy, it gettin' so tough
And I love when she rockin' 'em high heel shoes
Slim thick, pretty face in some Jimmy Choos
Couple bands on my left and my right, they blues
Nigga, no days off, just remindin' you
Really did it for my gang, left the island cool, uh
Shit still bang like M-80s too, I was proud to receive my latest too
Diamond for my trap queen, that's her favorite jewel, Wap
Mm-mm-mm
Mmm-mm, yeah, baby
Yeah, yeah
I done lost a lotta niggas, I done seen 'em go broke
I done seen 'em lose they mind, man, that shit ain't no joke
It was loyalty at first, then it's murder she wrote
Be the ones you kill for who put your name in the dirt
Keep stabbin' in my back, I can feel it, it hurt
They keep steppin' on my heart 'til that motherfuckin' burst (burst)
Swear it ain't enough time to put my pain in a verse
And I'm a livin' legend 'til I ride in a hearse
'Til I'm six feet way up under the earth
I keep ridin' with my pistol, keep it under my shirt
Try to go on me, they gon' make you a shirt
'Member I was comin' up, mixin' Haze with the purp'
Now my high school days, pistol whipped me, it hurt
Since my high school days, I've been puttin' in work
And I'm comin' for everythin' I feel I deserve
Got my mom a crib, she was goin' berserk, yeah
Always knew that I'ma be the one, 'cause I'm worth it (yeah)
I ain't never say I was perfect (no), never, ever show where you hurtin'
I stay workin', I ain't nervous, yeah, you will never know when I'm lurkin'
Automatic door, Cullinan with the curtains (ayy)
I give into drugs, that's why I'm usually slurrin'
And I've been up late, I'ma bring it in early, yeah, baby
Mmm-mmm, mm-yeah-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah
Oh, baby
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Willie Maxwell, Eddie Timmons, James Frank
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