letra de grown simba - tommy banks
[intro]
ya dig me?
but on some other sh-t though man, you understand
i do think sometimes, i’m not just a complete assh0l-
but this is what’s going on in my life
this the type of sh-t i gotta deal with
just vibe with me right quick man
[verse 1]
look, man my world tossed up
i don’t know what’s goin’ on
so much drama in my life till i’m cuttin’ off the phone
i don’t know who i can trust and i don’t need ’em, so f-ck ’em
paranoid as i am, run up on me and i’m bussin’
it’s a shame cause i can’t even relate to my lil’ cousin
my mom hand me the phone and i just hit the end b-tton
i don’t wanna be bothered, i’m buggin’, f-ck it
ain’t talkin’ to n0body, i can’t trust ’em
that’s the end of the discussion
haters in the air and i can feel them bees buzzin’
i can’t even finish this sentence without cussin’
angry motherf-cka’ weighin’ one-sixty-somethin’
and i camouflage my feelings so these hoes can never f-ck ’em
life lessons, suicidal dreams blocks blessings
the rate i’m pacin’ at, i’ll never make it to heaven
so leave me alone with the crazy-ass questions
if you askin’ me what’s wrong i ain’t ever f-ckin’ tellin’
[hook]
well if you’re askin’ me what’s wrong, n-gga
-sh-t, but i don’t tell ’em-
so if you askin’ me what’s wrong wit’cha
-sh-t, i ain’t gon’ tell ’em-
i hear ’em screaming, say what’s wrong, n-gga?
-sh-t, but i don’t tell ’em-
so if you askin’ me what’s wrong
just know i ain’t tellin’
there’s something ain’t right
but no one’s f-ckin’ [?]
[verse 2]
now things got worse, i’m trippin’ on my family
i feel n0body walkin’ on this earth can understand me
restless cops tryna slam me
and [?] it’s real, n-ggas they deserve a grammy
swearin’ that they’re hard but they’re comin’ out sweeter than some candy
p-ssy ass n-ggas better go and get a plan b
yeah, welcome to the flight gang family
where n-ggas keep it tighter than a fresh can of spam be
keep a 2 c-cked cause i’m the man, handy
watch the waistline, b-tch don’t worry where my hands be
unexpected like a period, cause they can’t plan me
turn the heat up, so now these n-ggas try and fan me
sweatin’ brick listenin’ to that tommy banks cd
yeah, i stay gassed up, while these n-ggas on empty
cause lyrically, i’m a k!lla
h-ll and if you askin’ me what’s wrong
i ain’t ever f-ckin’ tellin’
[outro]
so if you askin’ me what’s wrong wit’cha
-sh-t, i ain’t gon’ tell ’em-
i hear ’em screaming, say what’s wrong, n-gga?
-sh-t, but i don’t tell ’em-
so if you askin’ me what’s wrong
just know i ain’t tellin’
there’s something ain’t right
but no one’s f-ckin’ [?]
letras aleatórias
- serestao › letra de nega - serestão
- vertige › letra de tournesol - vertige
- suave sterling › letra de out of here - suave sterling
- gavn › letra de what we had - gavn!
- elisium band › letra de pain to memory - elisium (band)
- fuxk panda › letra de choppa$ (prod.panda) - fuxk panda
- elisium band › letra de a.g.v. - elisium (band)
- global citizen › letra de (you make me feel like) a natural woman - global citizen
- internet trash gang › letra de flexiemosmiamor - internet trash gang
- soroka › letra de некогда - soroka