BODY/SPIRIT versuri

Versuri z3nn – BODY/SPIRIT lyrics

Huh
Huh
Huh
Ha, ha, hah
(zeeen)
Tired of these bitches, feelin’ like I am big Flocka, ay
Melting all these bitches like it’s chocolate, Willy Wonka, ay
Shootin’ with these bullets, spraying rifles, screamin’ blocka, ay
Business over business, get that money motherfucka, ay
Get it over baby, just come tell me you a freak, uh
Livin’ everyday like the end’s coming in this week, uh
Screamin’ Ye-Ye, cus I got Yeezy’s on my feet, uh
Got the whole crowd at my concert going lit, ay
Baby give me reasons
Switching all my mood swings, like it’s changing seasons
Faster than a V12
I ain’t got no demons
Switching my location, like I’m switching regions
Faster than a
I’m tryna put a show, I can’t get cancelled
Phones ringing left and right, you know I’m tryna answer
Still doing the moves, even tho’ I was a dancer
Watching from the corners, like I’m tryna be the center
Brr brr, ne-ver, never on my momma
I can’t let bitches with me, because they bringing drama
I can’t call her Rey, but I know here name is Lana
I don’t stay with people that just stay and smoke Havana
I get all the praise, and I’m feeling like an owner
That hoe ain’t like that, yeah I bet you do not know her
Living with myself, but ain’t never been a loner
Cracking up the rocks, on some weed, I’m not a stoner
Fle, all my T’s are black, I am who I B
I can C, make another stack, she just wants some D
Bitch I’m free, who is she, I don’t know, lemme see
If she can she spills the tea, ain’t no lock I got the key, yeah
Uh, ha, ha, Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, Hm, hm, hm
Ha, ha, ha, Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, Hm, hm, hm
Ha, ha, ha, Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, Hm, hm, hm
Ha ha, ha, Ha, ha, ha
Huh, huh
She got the Rollie, I got the Patek
Flying my spirit, she got on my neck
Flying my baby, I’m flying her back
Cannot defeat me, I’m running the track
Lights are just shining all over my teeth
I got designers all over my feet
I got these bitches all over my dick
I got these bitches all over my hee
I got these bitches all going like crazy
I got paparazzi filming me, so do pay me
Need me a mansion to buy for my ma
You know I got it I’m smoking that za
Ha, ha, ha, Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, Hm, hm, hm
I’m feelin’ dizzy, so high
Even if I die, I’m feelin’ so fly, hah
Huh, huh, huh
I’m icing my chain, I’m feelin’ insane
Got me a contract, I’m filling my name
Got me my mailing, I’m playing the game
No competition, you bitches is lame
No competition, I’m smokin’ your brain
No competition, you smokin’ that fame
No competition, ha, ha, ha

Scris de: Tudor Petrutiu