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

Suono


Interfaccia


Livello di difficoltà


Accento



linguaggio dell'interfaccia

it

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Gestione dei Cookie   |   Supporto   |   FAQ
1
registrati/accedi
Lyrkit

donare

5$

Lyrkit

donare

10$

Lyrkit

donare

20$

Lyrkit

E/o supportarmi sui social. reti:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Caskey

180

 

180

(album: No Apologies - 2016)


Yeah, yeah
Can I get the bottle?
Slime, yeah
My biggest problem's what video to shoot next, fuck boy

Made myself a boss, pulling up like Baby
Started this broke, just did a 180
And I ain't Eminem, but I'm doing something shady
Pull up at the show like the trap house, better come pay me

Turn the inside the Sprinter bloody red
Cough syrup got me turning to a muddy head
Last time I checked on 'em, they was running, scared
I been on the rise like I'm coming up the stairs
Walking through the bank and they gonna give me stares
A man like myself gotta get it, nothing less
I was in the sheets, why your bitch is saying prayers
Now I'm on the phone with the suits, talking shares, God damn
Tats on my neck and face
Bitch, I ain't come to talk business, I came to get space
High like I'm out of place
Pulling up at the bank, only time I'm finna chase
Yeah, this is not a race, yeah
I been sitting out in first place since this shit started
You were tryna catch up
Yeah, I made myself a boss, gotta pay myself retarded

Made myself a boss, pulling up like Baby
Started this broke, just did a 180
And I ain't Eminem, but I'm doing something shady
Pull up at the show at the trap house, better come pay me

God damn, tried shooting at the kid but it got jammed
Sitting at the poker table, got the hot hand
If they don't know the handshake, they not fam
Dirty rhymes in the clip, man, it don't stop
Every time I see a op, call that, "going pop"
People saying I ain't conscious, shit is nonsense
They just ain't looking deep enough to the contents
But I pull up on some boss shit, shit exhausting
Your career ain't working out but my shit is CrossFit
I ain't got no fucking time to feed into gossip
Don't you know I got the winning team on my roster?
Think of all the great ones who done came before me
Chances are that I'ma probably be the same story
Word to Drizzy, word to Weezy, word to Nicki, I'ma pull up, get ménaging
I'm standing out and you just camouflaging
Got the password, location and the log-in, damn

Made myself a boss, pulling up like Baby
Started this broke, just did a 180
And I ain't work with Dr. Dre but I been doing something shady
Pull up at the show like the trap spot, better come pay me

Fatto

Hai aggiunto tutte le parole sconosciute di questa canzone?