letras.top
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de words of wisdom - don q

Loading...

(feat. pusha t)

[intro]
don
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
i like this type of vibe
yeah

[verse 1: don q]
don’t you ever question my greatness
come see the legacy this legend creating
testing my patience, your label gon’ have to check for replacements
the wraith a call away, i bring it out on special occasions
motha’s onto me
used to hide my work right next to the vases
nightmares haunting me
feeling like the last breath i was taking
god was warning me
now every morning i’m checking for faces
now that i get paid to party, i show up and bring my army
better off safe than sorry, i’m never gonna play safaree
la nights boogie had the lambo, i played the ‘rari
selling white and i ain’t tell ’em a word when they came and charged me
i never worked a shift, i got it from the first to fifth
i had to learn the tricks like stuff the bags and burn the tips
christmas time i couldn’t tell my daughter i ain’t earned a cent
i had to hit the curb and pitch, i leave and i return with gifts
made decisions to keep my momma with a place to live
and stayed up wishing that she never seen them dinner plates was missing
where i’m from the young wild n-gg-s just hate to listen
cause the old heads before us ain’t show us how to make a difference
i feel upset, my k!llers check whoever’s sending threats
you still in debt, got pendin’ checks and i ain’t get to spend ’em yet
nothing in direct, i’m still a living legend in the flesh
i remember deaths i couldn’t cope but dog i’m still a mess
b-tches left and i wish ’em best
i know she feel depressed
you the one it should effect
your loyalty was just a test
b-tch, don!
b-tch!

[verse 2: pusha t]
back to the future how i hit ’em with the flows
this coop isn’t born, you need nine months to grow
marty mcfly like i’m nineteen years old
i’m marty mcpie sell ’em thousand dollars an o
yellow gold, keep it cl-ssic
big money been around, push weight jur-ssic
send your b-tch to aspen for her b-day
send your younger b-tch to coach-lla for bout three days
same circle p-ss each other like a relay
you live in, i land on, difference between our pj’s
n-gg-s still making alb-ms using label budgets
i get it out the streets before the label touch it
take two years and tell the label f–k it
my kilos streaming in the streets without a single buzzing
never wore all saints, retired balmain
ball players turn them sh-ts into a mall thing
showroom shopper, the clerk is scrambling
jw anderson, i’m the mannequin
you highbridge n-gg-s done made me fans again
and don q got y’all panicking
push

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...