Testo Round Here - WSTRN feat. Skrapz
Testo della canzone Round Here (WSTRN feat. Skrapz), tratta dall'album DOU3LE 3AK
Nah, me never bad for me bad
But know what happens when you raised in North West, rude boy
WSTRN season
Nah, we don't need a reason
That's just the rules, how it goes 'round here
'Round here
Uh, yeah
Motherfuckers call me LB, remember the name
From long time I'm offside, been ahead of the game
Handling stitch, blow the whistle with sweat in no lane
Ask A how I level my aim
I'm too official for these little niggas begging for fame
I never come up off a press plate, I come up off pressing cocaine
Paper towel when its out dry
Up, never downsize
'Round here, niggas go in and buy it outright
I'm 'bout mines, they know mines about in all the junctions
Still Ashlin, couple nobodies but we don't trust them
Fuck them
Used to keep a burner by the dustbin
The one who put the fun and the gun in all the function
What's up, then?
Everytime I come around, you always make assumptions
I'm just tryna build a lickkle, wollan, get jumpin'
Free my hittas in the can but that's just something
That happens 'round here ('Round here)
Nah, me never bad for me bad
But know what happens when you raised in the West, rude boy
Know it's love, action them na want
'Round here, man you better watch yourself, rude boy oh
Middle fingers if you ain't my drilla, oh
If I'm eatin', know you havin' dinner too
That's just the rules, how it goes 'round here
'Round here
Yo, I grew up in the flats, never lived in a house
I always knew that I was born to be a star, never had any doubts
When I was young, I used to move reckless
Real separate to the golden child
That my mums probably would have expected
I ain't golden, but my Rolex is
Still in the trap like there's no exits
I hit the roads without no breakfast
Hit the stop, take the yayo out the pack
Then I slap that in the Pyrex dish
I've been in this, I never had a privilege
And anything you hear me rap about, I'm really living it
Tomorrow isn't promised, I can go at any minute
That's why I pack the spinner, innit
And if you see me in a mask and somebody got smoked
Then I never did it
That's why I came through in the mask, innit
I live my life without no limits
I buss my gun 'til the clip finish
Leave your face without no image
Nah, me never bad for me bad
But know what happens when you raised in North West, rude boy
Know it's love, action them na want
'Round here, man you better watch yourself, rude boy oh
Middle fingers if you ain't my drilla, oh
If I'm eatin', know you havin' dinner too
That's just the rules, how it goes 'round here
'Round here
Nah, me never bad for me bad
But know what happens when you raised in the West, rude boy
Know it's love, action them na want
'Round here, man you better watch yourself, rude boy, oh
Middle fingers if you ain't my drilla, oh
If I'm eatin', know you havin' dinner too
That's just the rules, how it goes 'round here
'Round here
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Writer(s): Jason Neville Thompson
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