- Lil Wintr Everybody (Prod. Noize) 歌词
- Lil Wintr
- [Verse 1: Lil Wintr]
B**** I can't stop, no no
B**** I got your hoe on go
I stay copping all that dro, dro
Rackin' up, stackin' up, y'all know
Boy I cannot slow down now
I just be stacking, they asking me how
Broke boys, I cannot allow
Straight to the top, b**** I'll never be down
Yeah, all my bands, all my racks, b****
I be swerving downtown, pumping on the gas b****
Yeah, I stay guapped, I be taxin'
Hoes up on my dick, like oh my god, what is happening
Boy I cannot slow down now
I just be stacking, they asking me how
Broke boys, I cannot allow
Straight to the top, b**** I'll never be down
[Verse 2: Shiro]
Thumbin' through a check while she throw it back
Shawty say she love me 'cause she know I rap
Flexing all designer, I'm in all black
They gon' play my music 'cause they into that
Woah, ten bands in my closet, ain't it flexed up
She gon' throw me neck, throw me neck though
All your music sound the same, you won't ever grow
All my gang coming up, I can't wait to blow
All my gang coming up, I can't wait to blow
All these b****** used to hate me, now my cash flow
Throwin' dirt on my name, now they fans though
All these girls come my way, I don't need a hoe
No, I'm not famous, but I'm 'bout to be
Tryna stay focused, hoe don't bother me
Leave that hoe on read, always say I'm mean
Kick her out the whip when she make a scene
[Verse 3: Despair]
Pullin' up with the pack in my 'preme bag
Spend a f****** check then I make it back
Your b****, she call my phone, yeah she on my sack
Just me and all my gang, yeah we spending racks
B**** I be cruisin' and movin'
You know the f*** how I do this
You name it, yeah you know I've been through it
This money and clout, not gon' lose it
[Verse 4: Hella Sketchy]
All designer on my body, flex on everybody, yeah
All these fakes in my way, acting cool but they not when they used to hate on me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got my racks up, got my bands up
Yeah I need a shorty, she gon' give me stand-up
I just think I fell in love with the bands though
I can't chase any girl, all of them know
Two beans on my lip, two beans on my lap
Red beam on my hip, red beam on my strap
I cannot flex on you cucks when I rap
'Cause I'm too rich, I got .30's with the Mac
[Verse 5: Marcelo]
I'm moving why, why they going slow now?
I'm stacking why, they hating now
I don't know why they tryin' to flex on me
They just mad 'cause they shit be so weak
Talking crazy, but they wanna get a feat
Money up, got Raf Simons on my feet
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