Testo The Sea - Sean Leon
Testo della canzone The Sea (Sean Leon), tratta dall'album Ninelevenne, the Tragedy
Maui Slim, I came to party
Maui Slim, I came to party
Okay, it's cool if you caught it
But if you don't ever catch it
Cop a camera, record it
And play it back every second
Her coochie popping like choppers
Cops and robbers respect it
We pop a lot where we from, don't give a fuck who affected
Give a fuck who offended
Maui the God of the burbs
Would have got with your bitch
But shorty done got with me first
From the womb, I've been doomed
From my fathers cock, I've been cursed
And I've been waiting on green like I had to stop for a verse
Now I'm up in the field where soldiers never return from
I sold my soul like
Shorty, I'm down if you found one
I'll buy it back if you selling
Don't give a fuck who you fuck with
I fuck with niggas who ride
Niggas, your niggas won't fuck with
Okay, we popping, that Pinot G
Got shorty popping, she popping, for me only, that's POV
That R-I-P shit, gon' D-I-E, inside the V
Gon' D-I-V-E, inside the sea, R-I-P, nigga
Swim on, swim on
Swim on, swim on
Take a shot at me, I'ma buss back
Riding all day, nigga, bus pass
If that ain't Maui Slim, nigga, fuck that
If that ain't Maui Slim, nigga, fuck that
Swim on, swim on
Swim on, swim on
Take a shot at me, I'ma buss back
Riding all day, nigga, bus pass
If that ain't Maui Slim, nigga, fuck that
If that ain't Maui Slim, nigga, fuck that
Uh, come up from that bus pass
Momma lost her job, see where she work, they having cutbacks
And from that, she ain't never come back
So I'm just tryna come up to a Porsche from that bus pass
Tom Fords on the top floor
Two shots like 2Pac
Trap money in my sock drawer
And I'm just tryna come up to a Porsche from that motherfucking bus pass
Nigga
If you see me out with her, you should know that I'm fucking
Now or never niggas know that a nigga came from nothing
Now I'm on and so on, fuck the numbers, I'm that nigga
Northern lights knocked them down, now I'm knocking out them niggas
Now my ex, always talking, run her mouth on the Twitter
But it's cool, I would hate to lose me too, so I feel her
Girl, wassup? Matthew Sean, Matthew motherfucking Sean
Girl, you know I'm the reason you want everything you want
Yes indeed, I'm a killer, to cop a verse, it cost a kilo
Stop it, nigga, new jack city, cancel bitches, bitch, I'm nino
What's the word, college dropout
Got my OSAP, copped some work
Hitting licks, touching bricks, money coming, sex the work
Prostitution, prime position, labels offer propositions
'Cause I'm popping with my niggas, pistol popping competition
They ain't fucking with me no, nigga no, not today
Not tomorrow, not the next, nigga, no, know your place
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Aurell, Justin Finch, Leon Beckenham, Catherine Lucas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.