Testo pump 4 - DDG
Testo della canzone pump 4 (DDG), tratta dall'album blame the chat
Comin' in this motherfucker just
Talkin' my shit, doin' whatever, you know
You know I'm one of them, you know I'm one of them
But they don't wanna say I'm one of them, so
Yeah (Hot)
Put a hundred dollars on what Pump for, I'm finna ride in a Maybach
In the city so I gotta stay strapped
I got niggas shootin' at your wave cap
Back home, them niggas be sayin' me and DDG go way back
You know if you ever waved at me, then I wouldn't wave back
Why do these niggas keep tryna get into
The music? Can I have my fuckin' wave back?
I fuckin' hate that, they hatin' on me 'cause I ate that
To any given situation, please do not fuck with my patience
I get claustrophobic, the mansion is spacious
I only wear black, but a nigga not racist
Bad bitch with some white toes
I was back in college fuckin' white hoes
We ain't takin' pleas, bitch, we fight those
Got blonde hair like albinos
Buckin' Balenci', point it out like I'm buyin' those
Ain't payin' attention, they hatin' in a different time zone
I'm out in Paris, like nine hours I'm ahead of you
Got a French bitch tryna suck dick, she eat me up like an edible
I get mad when it's competition, so if
You against me, my nigga, you better lose
If you start beefin', I'm purposefully hittin'
Your hoes, but she is not tellin' you
Yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Yeah-yeah)
I gotta switch up the flow, I know rappers
Be borin' when they use the same flow
Why is you cuffin' that broad? She good
With the jaw, I seen her on Bang Bros
I'm switchin' it up, I'm like Ben 10
Bitch, I'm a Libra, I'm 10/10
I be by myself, I don't need friends
You lil' niggas won't blend in
You say you know where all the opps at, spin then (Spin)
I know if I don't make a billion, my kid did
Family tree, it don't get to the money, you
Know we ain't worried 'bout nothin' at all
Red carpet, I'm puttin' it on
You niggas borin', y'all makin' me yawn (Shh)
I'm makin' a song, better be grateful I'm puttin' you on (Shh)
I'm tryna stay calm, you keep on yappin', might wake up my song
They know I'm hot as a sauna
Sometimes I gotta remind 'em
Fuckin' your ho in designer
She losin' her mind, what's been callin'? (Damn)
Show me the new season and I promise I got it (It's gone)
I put it on every day, it's like the Met Gala
Put a hundred dollars on what Pump for, I'm finna ride in a Maybach
In the city so I gotta stay strapped
I got niggas shootin' at your wave cap
Back home, them niggas be sayin' me and DDG go way back
You know if you ever waved at me, then I wouldn't wave back
Why do these niggas keep tryna get into
The music? Can I have my fuckin' wave back?
I fuckin' hate that, they hatin' on me 'cause I ate that
To any given situation, please do not fuck with my patience
I get claustrophobic, the mansion is spacious
I only wear black, but a nigga not racist
Credits
Writer(s): Mervyn Warren, Hallerin Hilton Hill, Darryl Granberry Jr., Bennie Duckworth
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