Tunevert

歌詞

I want a chain, bet I'm stealin' it The more that you call, I ain't feelin' it I wanna, ay Ay (Taurus) I gave a stripper the best of me Ay, ay I gave a stripper the best of me I gave a good hoe what's left of me Ay, ay, yeah Ay I gave a stripper the best of me I gave a good hoe what's left of me See what she had a lean recipe Crash out in SoHo, I wake up in Beverly I want a chain, bet I'm stealin' it The more that you call me, the more I ain't feelin' it I got a problem remembering Back on them bars like I'm waiting for sentencing SVI Range at the residence Woke up the neighbors, they think I be selling shit And my bitch just found me a better bitch And my watch all Vs, she a veteran Trackhawk cost two cheap foreigns Free slime, I'ma still drink for em' (Taurus) I'm paid, but this shit gettin' boring My son ain't even like it's new Rick Owens Shit, look, ayy Hunnid thousand time teller, and it's all rose She'll show it, she'll sell it and I'm all for it Just pray my brothers never get jealous Nigga what's mine is yours She too pretty to be that Balenci bitch I ain't got time for it She too pretty to be that, uh, bitch I ain't got time for it Trackhawk, stomp the gas She got whiplash Bust a Presi, bet it make her old nigga mad Trackhawk, stomp the gas She got whiplash Bust a Presi, bet it make her old nigga mad I boss up a city girl, call me Tune Vert Haha Ay, ay I boss up a city girl, call me Tune Vert Pay the refs, and place a bet that's how the game work