Testo Part 2 - YFN Lucci
Testo della canzone Part 2 (YFN Lucci), tratta dall'album Wish Me Well 3
Uh-uh
Suave
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Long live Nut forever
Consequence
Know the good die young, nigga
Yeah, yeah, nigga
Uh, look, uh, uh
These niggas go off what they heard but see we go off verbs
I tell the truth off in my rhyme, they gon' feel every word
These pussy niggas standin' on cars, see we stand on words
My partner beggin' for a body, my nigga, my nerve
The same nigga say he want smoke, they end up in urns
Ay, you know death come in three, bitch, just wait your turn
I learned some shit 'bout these niggas that I can't unlearn
I told these niggas we gon' be straight but them niggas turned
Money over bitches, nigga still ain't learn
How the fuck you bite the hand that feed you?
Nigga still ain't learn
Told my bitch that I don't want these
Hoes, they shit ain't good like yours
Bought her Louis bags and Dior, I'ma go and get it for us, love that
Hood nigga with good intention, them hoes love that
Fuck that money up, then got it back, them hoes love that
If I ever leave, I'm comin' back, you better know that
Look, I was just trippin', I wasn't gon' get back
Look, brody hit my dawg up twice, we gots to get back
Heard your little dawg lost his life and you ain't slid yet
I got like ten chains, I done spent like 50 on one pendant
Johnny Dang, I done spent a 60 on a 60
My veneer cost a 60, but I'm man call 450
And my herlow another 60, you would think I'm rollin' 60s
I don't fuck with you little...
You wear purses just like bitches
I buy purses for my bitches, we buy hearses just for snitches
Yeah
I say, throw that boy some pints here too, we don't throw shade
Uh
I'm sayin', how the fuck you havin' ho problem but you so paid?
Mad I can't never keep up count with all these Blu-Ray
Mad these niggas tried to count me out, these niggas is Tulane
Look, mad pistols layin' around my house, I wish they would play
Look, we shoot opp niggas in real life, we don't do games
We take pain medicine every day, we been through pain
Quick to blow a nigga shit off, John Coltrane
I'm from the road, where niggas really from the field
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Writer(s): Rayshawn Bennett, Desmond Pascal, Jason Bamburg
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