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 s1lly ch1ld - wat3rl4va

[intro]
this verse?

[verse 1: wat3rl4va]
inspired to the middle-sister and thats me, the poison apple from my family’s tree, feeling like first g.o.a.t. rapper make me write a song called “rap god”
i dont inspire to em, you b-tches think im talent stealer you ain’t gotta ask me
the first one of my family, to be on di-rection in school, for poking a pencil in my friends eye, so me and mi madre won’t stop making me study bout and hi-story and me “saddy”
where the hoes at? and not the other hoes, skippin school wit’ yo b-tch like “la vamos”
at night, hit the l!ck with the toasty toast, hit the b-tch bet she call the 12 and told them: “dont get close”
look, you never catch me, (ha!)
look, you never catch me, my bio was “i am single with a new patek” like a gucci mane
ski mask, coat and boots make me look like a tall athlete
so they loose every time i bag him in

[chorus]
us, we dont give a f-ck about you
your homie on yo block they get into (our gang)
you little mothaf-ckas ain’t gangsta, no no
us, we dont give a f-ck about you
dont make me pull out the hate on you (b-tch)
you little mothaf-ckas ain’t gangsta, no no

[post-chorus: nigelrigel]
i’ve been singing to the people
give me a reason, give me a reason
the pain is just another sequel
give me a reason, give me a reason
[verse 2: nigelrigel]
time goes on, life is a silly song
and we’ve been playing with pain all along
time to keep moving past
find something that will last
because they don’t care no more, no more
tell me what i gotta do
i don’t want the hate on me, much less on you
it’s time to move on, crooning the same sad song
okay, let’s get turnt again

[verse 3: wat3rl4va]
oh dod gamn thats the hail “the king”
imma ran into your house until you recieve a “ping”
tell the b-tch “stop screaming at me, or else im gonna start playing” (with you)
she though that i love her, when the sh-t ain’t truth
thats 100% f-cked up, yeah man, but f-ck that
im grown, i used to hit the pans in the kitchen with my moms in the room, thats messed up
im trying write my songs, but im sorry if i act out like a movie in work, okay
run around, run in school, run a park, when your pockets ain’t gang gang
runnin’ halls, running locks, spit this sh-t, i write this sh-t, spent a mill, spent the sh-t, take the money check, dont smoke, f-ck the smokes, uh huh thats it?,yes, thats it
tell my job that i quit, tell my friends “i got fired”
boss said: “work more” i said: “i got your lies”
check your mail, it said “f-ck your fans”, guess who that sh-t was from, i said “was the obsidian” (obsidian)

[chorus: wat3rl4va]
us, we dont give a f-ck about you
your homie on yo block they get into (our gang)
you little mothaf-ckas ain’t gangsta, no no
us, we dont give a f-ck about you
dont make me pull out the hate on you (b-tch)
you little mothaf-ckas ain’t gangsta, no no
[post-chorus: nigelrigel]
i’ve been singing to the people
give me a reason, give me a reason
the pain is just another sequel
give me a reason, give me a reason

- wat3rl4va

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS