uh, yea w/ yoki.(prod. yyuunme + kkoreaxo) - nxne.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : nxne
[00:01.000] 作曲 : nxne
[00:03.131](…)
[00:04.081]Oh, yeah
[00:04.954](…)
[00:05.770]Oh, yeah!
[00:06.491]We ain’t rock with no b€ch, boy you know what I mean
[00:08.145]Yea I just went your btch shi I think she a feen
[00:09.994]Yea 10x10 tell your boy come in
[00:11.787]F# that whore again ‘cause I gettin’ these bands
[00:13.574]Yea I thought you a btch why you fw my man?
[00:15.241]Boy you don’t know shi how you think you him
[00:16.995]Yea we got ‘em pills to heals with lean
[00:18.773]Keep my choppa outside finna take a revenge
[00:20.470]Boy, you was not I you can’t take it like this
[00:22.240]Yea me with my bro, yea, we swaggin’ like this!
[00:24.144]Got the brand new btch finna break her ribs
[00:25.901]Yea send you to none, btch send you to hell
[00:27.425](@yoki.)
[00:27.823]I'm feelin holy ni**a like the grail
[00:29.417]There's been a lot who wanna see me fail
[00:31.184]That boy keep talkin like he want some smoke
[00:33.077]Go tell that boy to come and meet these shells
[00:34.716]Got something hot to send that boy to hell
[00:36.427]I'm tryna make my family a mill
[00:38.263]I'm lookin at yo b*tch just like a kill
[00:39.847]Too many fake around me need sum real
[00:41.800]I see the envy all up in they face
[00:43.545]We in the coupe brodie smokin on dank
[00:45.183]Clu-Clutchin my tool b*tch I'm clutchin my K
[00:46.869]L-L-Lovin that tool brodie lovin that drac
[00:48.882]He movin slow sip too much of that drank
[00:50.615]I gotta figure it out on my own way,
[00:52.588]tell my moms I'm up and away
[00:54.241]Ain't nobody ever finna tell me what my place is,
[00:56.888]S**t my place is wit the outlaws
[00:58.669]They gon hate me cuz I'm not yall
[01:00.416]Take the pack and we carry it out
[01:02.379]All my mini me's standin how tall,
[01:04.029]Now it's getting dirty like the South
[01:05.601]Money rainin thought it was a drought
[01:07.532]S**t I hate to go and even out yall,
[01:09.389]Got my own rank in the clouds
[01:14.829]Huh, wit my fye,
[01:16.712]B*tch I'm always stayin wit my fye
[01:18.596](…)
[01:20.074]We gon put that boy in the sky
[01:22.500](…)
[01:23.597]Off this za it got me thinkin slow (…)
[01:27.164]Imma keep totin this za
[01:28.221]I'm gon take all of his lives (…)
[01:30.532]All this thinkin got me fried
[01:32.439]I'm with the angels in the sky
[01:33.197]Give that boy a halo,
[01:34.445]If he test me then I'm aiming at his eye
[01:36.882](…)
[01:37.557]Guess that it's heaven's design uh, yeah

文本歌词

作词 : nxne
作曲 : nxne
(…)
Oh, yeah
(…)
Oh, yeah!
We ain’t rock with no b€ch, boy you know what I mean
Yea I just went your btch shi I think she a feen
Yea 10x10 tell your boy come in
F# that whore again ‘cause I gettin’ these bands
Yea I thought you a btch why you fw my man?
Boy you don’t know shi how you think you him
Yea we got ‘em pills to heals with lean
Keep my choppa outside finna take a revenge
Boy, you was not I you can’t take it like this
Yea me with my bro, yea, we swaggin’ like this!
Got the brand new btch finna break her ribs
Yea send you to none, btch send you to hell
(@yoki.)
I'm feelin holy ni**a like the grail
There's been a lot who wanna see me fail
That boy keep talkin like he want some smoke
Go tell that boy to come and meet these shells
Got something hot to send that boy to hell
I'm tryna make my family a mill
I'm lookin at yo b*tch just like a kill
Too many fake around me need sum real
I see the envy all up in they face
We in the coupe brodie smokin on dank
Clu-Clutchin my tool b*tch I'm clutchin my K
L-L-Lovin that tool brodie lovin that drac
He movin slow sip too much of that drank
I gotta figure it out on my own way,
tell my moms I'm up and away
Ain't nobody ever finna tell me what my place is,
S**t my place is wit the outlaws
They gon hate me cuz I'm not yall
Take the pack and we carry it out
All my mini me's standin how tall,
Now it's getting dirty like the South
Money rainin thought it was a drought
S**t I hate to go and even out yall,
Got my own rank in the clouds
Huh, wit my fye,
B*tch I'm always stayin wit my fye
(…)
We gon put that boy in the sky
(…)
Off this za it got me thinkin slow (…)
Imma keep totin this za
I'm gon take all of his lives (…)
All this thinkin got me fried
I'm with the angels in the sky
Give that boy a halo,
If he test me then I'm aiming at his eye
(…)
Guess that it's heaven's design uh, yeah