Testo Tight Rope - Lil Tracy
Testo della canzone Tight Rope (Lil Tracy), tratta dall'album Depressing Songs 2020
Ville Royal
Woo
Yeah, bust a nut on her face
Then I threw out the cape
'Cause that bitch can't get saved
Took my foot off the brake
Who the fuck tryna race?
Yeah, my lawyer is great
Got the same one as Drake
Bought that bitch a Uber from her boyfriend crib
I ain't even think that she wanted to suck my dick
But she did that shit, that prove that bitches isn't shit
These critics talkin' shit, but it don't do shit but benefit
Thanks, I'm walkin' with racks out the bank
Made a hundred K, think I'ma faint
And my diamonds, they wet like a drink
I'm walkin' on a tight rope, they wanna see me fall
Walkin' on a tight rope
I'm walkin' on a tight rope, they wanna see me fall
Swear that nigga a bitch (Swear these niggas is a bitch)
Signed a deal all of a sudden, now you the shit
I'm not tryna talk shit
But how the fuck you perform for two minutes and then dip?
Woo, I'm in first class and I'm stretchin' my legs
Got my bitch bad, she gon' open her legs
Got a big bag, I be payin' my rent
And I'm so rad, I be settin' the trends
I don't wear Vans, yeah, Fendi my kicks
I do not hold hands, girls, suck on these blicks
Fell off a boat, man, I got all of this drip
Shoutout my folks, man, we all finna be rich
I don't have no kids, but these niggas my sons
Got a foreign whip, nigga, try to keep up
And my engine loud, you can hear when I come
I'm smokin' dope, bitch, I need a new lung
I been fuckin' hoes, tryna find me the one
Fuck bein' broke, bitch, I'm runnin' it up
Yeah, my shoes are Fendi, but the jacket Laurent
R.I.P. my brother, yeah, I do it for Gus
I just gotta get this off my chest (Just gotta get this off my chest)
Girl, there's somethin' I gotta confess to you (Confess to you)
You no different from these bitches
You just like them, and they just like you (Just like you)
Woo, yeah, bust a nut on her face
Then I threw out the cape
'Cause that bitch can't get saved
Took my foot off the brake
Who the fuck tryna race?
Yeah, my lawyer is great
Got the same one as Drake
Bought that bitch a Uber from her boyfriend crib
I ain't even think that she wanted to suck my dick
But she did that shit, that prove that bitches isn't shit
These critics talkin' shit, but it don't do shit but benefit
I, I think that I just might be crazy, yeah
I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy for love
Fuck Judge Judy, I need somebody who won't judge
I can't believe I really thought you was the one
I, I think that you just might be crazy, yeah
You goin' crazy, goin' crazy for love
I bet you give a fuck that I just stopped givin' a fuck
Stopped givin' a fuck
My new bitch got more money than me
How the fuck she fit inside them jeans?
My old bitch sad just like Yung Lean
Look at my shoes, that's Alex McQueen
I'm gettin' rich right off my streams
These fuck niggas hate it when I breathe
I remember when I used to sleep on the floor
Now they payin' me twenty just to perform
Lil' nigga, I'm ballin', who wanna play horse?
I'ma skeet on that ho, then I skrrt in the Porsche
This nigga my son, should've got an abortion
Know some country niggas who done hopped off they porches
Let 'em see you, they gon' shoot at your horse
Let 'em see you, they gon' shoot at your horse
Bitches lyin', I'ma take 'em to court
You rockin' Jordan? Bitch, I'm rockin' Dior
I'm smokin' Cookie, bitch, I'm not smokin' 'Ports
I love my mama, I don't care 'bout a whore
Last night, I spent the night in a fort
Don't call me, bitch, you know I'm recordin'
Couple years ago, I couldn't afford it
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Writer(s): Leon Russell
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