Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

صوت


واجهه المستخدم


مستوى الصعوبة


لهجة



لغة الواجهة

ar

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
التسجيل / تسجيل الدخول
Lyrkit

يتبرع

5$

Lyrkit

يتبرع

10$

Lyrkit

يتبرع

20$

Lyrkit

و/أو ادعمني في مواقع التواصل الاجتماعي. الشبكات:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
EST Gee

Misery Loves Company

 

Misery Loves Company

(الألبوم: Bigger Than Life Or Death, Pt. 2 - 2021)


Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If I could die from disses, I probably would've been cremated (I probably would've been cremated)
I came up (M-M-M-Murda) from serving them sacks of hard to a free baser (Serving them P's)
Arguing with God, when I paid the bond, He ain't free Kada (Ain't free lil' man)
You ain't dedicated if you don't hop out on feet chasing (Feet chasin')
Niggas dead broke, say the key to paper is be patient (Nigga, fuck that)
But fuck waiting, been tryna buck lately (Fuck that)
Live local, late break-in
High clucked out riding with enough rounds then I could truck down
You hear that rip sound, nigga, better get down 'fore he get found
Spit it from a switch round, dead nigga kiss clouds and I'm rich now
And I still ain't switch crowds (I still ain't switched up), can't put my blick' down (Can't put my blick' down)
And I probably never will (I never will)
Red called me from Heaven said, "You better chill"
Maybe it was Hell, but I couldn't tell 'cause I'll answer still (Still I answer for a bro)
I get high and hope that I'll forget my mama's cancer chills
Bullets hurt, made me hooked to ercs, I gotta have my pills
She hurt me first, even at my worst, I still pay half her bills (Pay half her bills)
It's a opp survive, through grace of God, I pray he lack again (Lord, I pray he lackin')
It's OT folks, lowkey want that smoke, I don't be tapping in (No, I don't be tapping in)
Real gangsta, I can't speak on no beef I ain't active in (On no beef I ain't active in)
They respect my money 'cause it's bloody, I still act and spin (Blood on my money)
Don't just throw your hood up 'cause you from it, nigga, what have you did? (What you doing in your hood?)
All I need's a yo, lil brodie, chops and a pack of cigs
Pitch a tent, and sit out front his crib, right where this nigga live

منتهي

هل قمت بإضافة كل الكلمات غير المألوفة من هذه الأغنية؟