Testo Stealing Out The Trap - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Testo della canzone Stealing Out The Trap (YoungBoy Never Broke Again), tratta dall'album I Just Got A Lot On My Shoulders
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Lean, lean, lean, what you do to me, ooh
I say
Xanax, Xanax, you hurt me to my core
I'm another, I married you (and I don't need you at all)
I need somewhere for to go
I need someone love me tightly
(D-Roc) and make sure I never fall
I been fallin' out with everybody that I seem to love
I been poppin' all these pills, it's hard to get up off these drugs
And I been tryna catch an OP comin' out the club
I just wan' take some more time for to work on me
Do she love me or want my money? I'm startin' to think that it's phony
Oh God, I'm livin' hard, hard, hard
We pour up fours, we smoke on dope all the way 'til morning time
But I ain't scared to bleed, I ain't scared to leave, oh no
Pop from out the tree
Pussy-ass nigga, where you thought you were finna go?
These niggas stealin' out the trap before you make it up the street
These niggas stealin' out the trap, just double back and get at me
These pussy niggas gettin' they homies whacked
These pussy niggas, they been on my ass
Tryna steal my swag, tryna steal my style, tryna steal my girl
One million dollars up in diamonds, not no pearls
We'll swerve through poppin' anytime that we come swerve
Bitch, that's my partner, we'll come wet up your whole curb
Okay, I come from the Mississippi River
Where the water gon' always flow with bodies, oh
Dead men, all I see, money, all I dream
Still to this day, the only one that I need
Dirty to join your family, believin' I'm not too clean
Never thought that Davis would bump my song
Never thought Dave would leave me 'lone
Never thought one night that my cousin would leave the house and get hit with that chrome
Never thought they'd like my song
Never thought they'd salt me down
I wouldn't spend one million dollars for to take my problems all away
I don't give no fuck 'bout what they say, oh nah
I'm this bitch like I'm Pimp C, you'll see Miyagi on
I might go out like Eazy-E, I got these hos inside my home
And you know we get it on
And you know don't call my phone
If we ever fell out, if we ever had words
If I ever cut you off, then that shit there you deserve, slime
These niggas stealin' out the trap before you make it up the street
These niggas stealin' out the trap, just double back and get at me
These pussy niggas gettin' they homies whacked
These pussy niggas, they been on my ass
Tryna steal my swag, tryna steal my style, tryna steal my girl
One million dollars up in diamonds, not no pearls
We'll swerve through poppin' anytime that we come swerve
Bitch, that's my partner, we'll come wet up your whole curb
Okay, I come from the Mississippi River
Where the water gon' always flow with bodies, oh
Dead men, all I see, money, all I dream
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Sven Steenbergen, Jaidyn Hullum
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