Worry 'bout yourself baby, I'll be good I just wanna die in peace tonight You can see it in my face, so I wear my hood Feeling like it's five degrees tonight Everybody cold where I come from Cut your mans down, you was looking for a come up Next summer, I'll be on a island, with your bitch and a bottle And a pocket full of numbers
Don't stutter, slang from the gutter, gotta' bang for ya' butter Got my name from my mother No other, shining thru' the shutter Say she over me, whatever cause she underneath my cover Bet you wish you had my flow I know I'm dope, I could ask your hoe Bet you wish you got me mad, you don't, you won't, not never, Stop blowing up my phone
You wanna run that shit back for me?
Worry 'bout yourself baby, I'll be good I just wanna die in peace tonight You can see it in my face, so I wear my hood Feeling like it's five degrees tonight Everybody cold where I come from Cut your mans down, you was looking for a come up Next summer, I'll be on a island, with your bitch and a bottle And a pocket full of numbersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
