Testo W.D.Y.S. - NB King
Testo della canzone W.D.Y.S. (NB King), tratta dall'album Nostalgia
Aye check the weather
Little bit drippy might need an umbrella
Designer shit
Mike Amiri on sweater
I might take a flick while I'm clutching Beretta
Whipping a charger ain't no joke Couldn't keep up they a slow poke
Millie's on my mind couldn't go broke
Finna hit a home run just to go pro
I know I'm a star I ain't fuck with no zeros
I just gotta come up like a hero
Bringing that heat like I'm Robert De Niro
Yeah the ice on my body Sub Zero
Finna flip bread like it's Slots at Casino
I'm finna take off like a Vito
Live life like a movie like I'm Tarantino
At a party we sippin' on Tito
3.5 in a wood just to ease my mind I ain't roll no shake
Bitch give me my space
I ain't gon' waste no time mix it up with some cookies and cake
Like what do you say
Like what do you say (Like what do you say)
What do you say
What do you say
What do you say
Like what do you say we keep stacking up digits.
I said fuck the rag I'm bout to riches
I'm going full auto I'm flipping them switches
Smoking up the condo we rolling the switches
Got a army behind me like we a militia
I'm finna turn up party at the villa
I'm sipping on red mix it with vanilla I'm counting my bread while I'm making a triller
Ice on my neck gon' give you the shivers
Aye check the weather
Little bit drippy might need an umbrella
Designer shit
Mike Amiri on sweater
I might take a flick while I'm clutching Beretta
Whipping a charger ain't no joke Couldn't keep up they a slow poke
Millie's on my mind couldn't go broke
Finna hit a home run just to go pro
What's on my mind lil' nigga, a milli
I like blue faces and bitches who pretty
Throw out a pillow and lay on her titties
I hit home runs when I play in your city
Fuckin' for free so don't ask for a penny
You knew what it was I ain't showing no pity
Cop a Durango it came with a hemi I'm loving my charger it's sitting on 20
When we outside we be spending on racks
I gotta stay quiet I'm speaking them facts
Call up the gang and we turnt to the max
I'm gon' be the one put them boys on the map
What would you say if I told you push up
You go on a mission I tell you good luck
007 put him in the trunk
No Budget for life locked in and it's stuck
Two Timez what's up
Aye check the weather
Little bit drippy might need an umbrella
Designer shit
Mike Amiri on sweater
I might take a flick while I'm clutching Beretta
Whipping a charger ain't no joke Couldn't keep up they a slow poke
Millie's on my mind couldn't go broke
Finna hit a home run just to go pro
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Writer(s): Anthony Hawkins
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