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letra de all in (same shit different day) - yung xela

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ay yuh
fatal faction
yessir
another day another dollar

wake up to these, wake up to these palm trees
same sh-t, different day
wake up to them
wake up, wake up to these palm trees
same sh-t, different day, same sh-t

wake up to them palm trees
i can tell my future’s bright, don’t need no palm reading
i’m on some sh-t that you can’t make up
this life’s a dream when will i wake up?
how much sp-ce does this take up?
i know i need to save it

i was young whipping mercedes
now i got a mercedеs in my savings
got a lady and she great
out of state and counting papе

y’all n-ggas ain’t listen to my last tape
not the songs, i mean the d-mn name
a don’t tell, still on that stamp thing
i don’t know, i think drugs heal pain
think that i am insane
i keep repeating the same thing
i keep on hitting the same stain
i stayed with the same gang
yet i’m still waiting for a change

i took heed, i didn’t change
all that heat put me in chains
f-ck being discreet, bust down a chain
man, i can’t be tamed, i’m not like you lames
i’m hogging two lanes

y’all n-ggas smoking reclaim
we not the same but we all start the same
who knows when the end comes?
f-ck it, i need income

what you give, saying send some?
za like fruit in the blender
n-ggas sweet, call them splenda
got my pride like simba
chop and burn you down like timber

time flying, it was just december
d-mn, i made it through another winter
d-mn, i made it through another k!lling
when i didn’t make it through, i wanted to k!ll me
you see, but i know you don’t feel me
i lost so much, i can’t heal me
i love you if you know the real me
i’m so distant cause i lost the feeling

this sh-t long distance, but we drug dealing
these n-ggas like some bugs, k!ll them
the plug just show me love, seal them
i just spent a hundred, i did not steal

got a thousand pills, that’s not real
i had ten thousand carts that i filled
i landed in the hartfield
i shot high, but hit the star field

i love monday, i’m not garfield
i’m not hungry to the cigar filled
i don’t got no private jet
so i’m riding around in them cars still

life’s a real hard pill
came up and made a hard deal
it’s like i’m stuck, keep going hard then
at least i’m up, not fallen

it’s about the money, call me
he don’t got the money, stalling
we ran it up from crawling
i was f-cked up, put my all in
fatal

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