Testo She Don't Mean It - Kolo
Testo della canzone She Don't Mean It (Kolo), tratta dall'album What It Means to See It All
Said she loved me way before the money
She don't mean it
They my opps but they want a dap
I don't greet 'em
Said he rap but he barely working
Lost the feeling
Started chilling when he joined the team
Had to leave him
I don't beat around the bush, when the snakes come 'round
You was talking down us, leeching cause we up now
Money compounding so she'll pull up to the compound
Played it smart now my old hoes dumbfounded
Hit the thrift store and I left with ten bags
I just whipped off the lot, Tesla with a temp tag
I'm just telling you my future, my jet will never lag
Need the crib on Neverland, money like a Theraband
Stretch, signing too many checks
That my right hand aches, switch the pen to my left
Handing out the bread like I been a Subway chef
One day I'll be dead, 'Imma run it up to death
Oh woah, heard you want the spot
I earned but you ain't working
Oh no, heard you reach for clout
Your future is uncertain
Oh no, heard she never let you hit
You bought her Birkins
Oh no, now she out in Turks, popping it
And twerking
Oh no, never could be me that's a tough pill
This ain't Kolo's work, dawg, this is God will
You could be a lot of things but you not him
She sell me dreams, sweet talking in my ear
Said she loved me way before the money
She don't mean it
They my opps but they want a dap
I don't greet 'em
Said he rap but he barely working
Lost the feeling
Started chilling when he joined the team
Had to leave him
I don't beat around the bush, when the snakes come 'round
You was talking down us, leeching cause we up now
Money compounding so she'll pull up to the compound
Played it smart now my old hoes dumbfounded
Been a sharpshooter like Bret Hart
Top models give me top at a restaurant
I just put her number one on my depth chart
This my future life all because I kept calm
When they told me that I couldn't I just did it bigger
They gon' see you climb and claim it's love but they been bitter
I let God protect me I don't even gotta hitter
He don't got a sound so like CD's he always rip us
Oh woah, think you focused on the
Fame and not the work
Oh no, I can tell but how you move and how you
Post
Oh no, used to overdraft at Marshalls buying clothes
Oh no, now I'm poppin tags, I'm Bratislava known
Oh woah, I was made for this, 'Imma make it stick
End up fucking up your scale if you rate my fit
I don't ask but she quick to send me naked pics
With voice messages, press play and hear 'em
Said she loved me way before the money
She don't mean it
They my opps but they want a dap
I don't greet 'em
Said he rap but he barely working
Lost the feeling
Started chilling when he joined the team
Had to leave him
I don't beat around the bush, when the snakes come 'round
You was talking down us, leeching cause we up now
Money compounding so she'll pull up to the compound
Played it smart now my old hoes dumbfounded
Credits
Writer(s): Kolo Gana
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