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
Chinx Drugz

Now Or Never

 

Now Or Never

(album: Flight 2011 - 2011)


[Flight Attendant:]
La musica de Harry Fraud

Look, money bussing out my pockets, I ain't never lied
Niggas rolling withcu but they never ride
Seems like I'm caught up in the devil's eye
Father I'm gon' need your guidance
I figure private flights just to change the climate
Riot be the squad, coke be them boys
Fuck around a hundred shots'll get deployed
Been styling on these niggas, I been wavy since
Take a seat ladies gents
See these niggas plotting through Mercedes tints
You are now in tune with the Harry Fraud Chinx Drugz extravaganza
We some wild cowboys swag on bananza
I been through hell and back, jail time death of Stacks
Now these features and these shows got me counting hella' racks
I lost it all in one roll and told em' bet it back
Shooters with' me hit you in your head and back tell em' that
You niggas perpetrating my niggas is paper scraping
You want the whole world to gain but you came with nathan (nothing)

[Hook:]
I ain't a fan of the past man it's now or never
I got a whole lot to gain better now than never
I analyze the game through the tally weather
I forced my way up in the game they weren't tryna let us

I push up on your bitch smelling like Bvlgari (Balgari)
Polo'd down more horses then a car lot of Ferrari's
I'm mashing on em, no apologies or sorry's
Loui loafers on them piso's, Crackers call me Nari
I'm a certified boss money, player money, like cake we get it in layers
When you this fly you experience a bit of turbulence
We are not the sucker niggas like some kind of Urkel'ers
The game is just my playing field and I'm at the 30-yard line
Bouta go in for the kill, I'm the driver at the wheel
Throwing money in the sky you don't know how it feels
Swear to God my whole like feels like I'm on a pill
With' a little bit of lean knots bulging out his jean's
Rap game ain't been the same since I stepped up on the scene
My jewelry clean, not my money though
These niggas hate me but they baby mothers love me though

[Hook]

Fatto

Hai aggiunto tutte le parole sconosciute di questa canzone?