Testo Weeks - Luh Tyler feat. NoCap
Testo della canzone Weeks (Luh Tyler feat. NoCap), tratta dall'album Weeks (feat. NoCap)
Everybody tryna be a star but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag then I don't want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag then I don't want no dealings
I done turned into a star, remember when they doubted me
Now we up there at the top, I know my niggas proud of me
When shit get rough you gotta keep on grindin', that's just how it be
Man, this shit had came in perfect timing know them niggas see
Yeah, nigga now we getting cheese
Me and my nigga just like Stephen Curry, he shoot from the three
Nigga, I'ma make 'em mad and drop them diamonds they gon' freeze
Nigga snap on beats with ease'
I guess that rappin' in my genes
Everybody tryna be a star but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag then I don't want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag then I don't want no dealings
Both of my shoes on top of suits, nigga, you know I stand on business
Come from that concrete, I wish you could see the shit that I don't mention
We was just serving fiends nicks feel like Deandre A.
I pull up Hellcat and shoot we don't do no conversating
Remember days in public housing now we flying private
Packing everywhere I stand I feel like Bin Laden
All my niggas in the pen'
But I still make deposits
I cut the lean off been having withdrawals for weeks
Been tryna buy love make sure I keep all the receipts
I can get him touched ain't talking pedophile, we creep
Lambos and 'Raris, that's all the shit we need for speed
Bro sold that dog food and I ain't never seen him breed
Stick up in them boxes seen 'em down below
Blew up now I see what you around me for
You who I want but girl don't ever think I need you
Pull up i8 go ask the hood I'm the one feedin' them
But they say I been acIng funny since I got on
Luh Tyler do you want this hoe? My nigga, I don't
Got dreams to buy an island, I'm playing blind
My bitch she talk tear but blowing up my phone crying
Everybody tryna be a star but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag then I don't want no dealings
Both of my shoes on top of suits nigga you know I stand on business
Come from that concrete I wish you could see the shit that I don't mention
We was just serving fiends nicks feel like Deandre A.
I pullup Hellcat and shoot we don't do no conversating
Remember days in public housing now we flying private
Packing everywhere I stand I feel like Bin Laden
All my niggas in the pen'
But I still make deposits
I cut the lean off been having withdrawals for weeks
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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford
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