Testo PRACTICE - Warhol.SS

Testo della canzone PRACTICE (Warhol.SS), tratta dall'album STUDIO 54

Mousha, stop asking me to send
I been that nigga, I ain't doin' no frontin'
I made me a way when I ain't see nothin'
She my ho, but I treat her like roxy
One more pink and I might be done
I need front end, C-O-D
Pay me the difference when I hit the back
Lil' nigga play, you reach, I teach
We had him pissin', I brought out the mac
Can't be fucked with or be played
I'm way too tainted, my heart got a crack
I'm in the game, we shootin' to kill
I did all this, they talkin' 'bout practice
These niggas buyin' the shit to get high on the shit
He gotta be trappin' backwards
I like ratchet shit in my nature
'Bout these hoes, he found a casket
I got frostbite on my fingers and turnt my wrists up, go Alaskan
She a five-star with a basketball on her back, could win a pageant
You might see a few hoes with me
But she ain't special and I ain't tag her
I'm in a thumb war with my money counter
Tryna see who count it faster
Think he that, he scarin' the hoes
He on some shit, I don't put it past him
Suited up, I'm in my best, went 'lenci rick
I'm fresh, a pastor, aye
We don't see eye-to-eye, he must be fried, he freebasin'
All that slick shit be my favorite
Say my name, go keep hatin'
I see all this shit a lil' different
Ain't how you see it, go paint a picture
Put in work with mafioso
Say my name, it's a free zipper
Been the influence, I recognize it
I'm passin' jobs to niggas
Bro got j and big racks put up
Fuck it, he still robbin' niggas
We got more nukes than Iran
That's why I can't be bothered with 'em
We lay belt, it turned to a hobby
I beat him like his father hit him
I beat him like his father hit him, man, little-ass nigga
They can't fuck with us, man, a real dog, yeah
I been that nigga, I ain't doin' no frontin'
I made me a way when I ain't see nothin'
She my ho, but I treat her like roxy
One more pink and I might be done
I need front end, C-O-D
Pay me the difference when I hit the back
Lil' nigga play, you reach, I teach
We had him pissin', I brought out the mac
Can't be fucked with or be played
I'm way too tainted, my heart got a crack
I'm in the game, we shootin' to kill
I did all this, they talkin' 'bout practice ('bout practice)



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Writer(s): Zahir Myles
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