Testo So Be It - NMT Niko
Testo della canzone So Be It (NMT Niko), tratta dall'album F*ck My X - EP
You keep on playin', you keep on listening to what your friends do Man, I can't lie, that shit right there get me in a bad mood
I can't complain, cause if we argue, I'd lose my damn cool
But it ain't your fault, I gotta blame it
On how your dad move
Like he shouldnt of raised, no hoe, I'll tell you the damn truth
I shoulda listened to all them stories about
that last dude, the last few You a liar, I can't put it past you
Like, damn, shoot, how I ain't notice how I had the damn proof
Don't come back again and say you sorry, I ain't listenin
I can't love a hoe unless she talkin' bout some Benjamins
Watch for your back door, I swear she probably tryna let em' in
Yeah, we need to cut them ties, I think I need a severance
Now I'm fuckin' with a dancer, before I pull my pants up
She tell me that I'm handsome, and She don't even want me stand up
She start playin' hands up like she gon' throw a tantrum
If that's who you is, so be it I don't wanna sit up, I don't wanna argue
I don't wanna talk, just leave it I don't wanna hear your stories and all that
bullshit about your reasons You can't even look me inside the eye, you
guilty for real treason Your mom shoulda gave you a beating
Listen, Michael Jackson beat it, Percocet, I'm gon' need it
Cause dick, she gon' eat it, she gon' fuck any niggas, she freakin
She gon' do that shit while she bleedin', she a little eater, believe me
How many times I caught you creepin'? I got a new bitch, her titties is plastic
She call me daddy, but this bitch is a bastard Nah, for real, she want me to smash it
She want me to get nasty in traffic Nah, for real, she do it with passion
She suck dick like she payin' for classes Wrist on froze, neck on Alaska
I'm tryna make this song a caption I done had 20 cars in the mansion
Pushin' it fast, I can't be crashin' I can't do this hoe like the last one
I wrecked that car but the seatbelt fastened Your man ain't been on no drill, he cappin
He never been outside with no savages If I up this pistol, you know that I'm blastin' shit
Don't come back again and say you sorry, I ain't listenin
I can't love a hoe unless she talkin' bout some Benjamins
Better watch for your back door, I swear she probably tryna let em' in
Yeah, we need to cut them ties, I think I need a severance
Now I'm fuckin' with a dancer, before I pull my pants up
She tell me that I'm handsome, and
She don't even want me stand up, she start playin' hands up
Like she gon' throw a tantrum
If that's who you is, so be it
I don't wanna sit up, I don't wanna argue
I don't wanna talk, just leave it
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Writer(s): Nuwh Charife
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