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Дата выпуска: 27.07.2023
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
On My Own |
Hey, hey, hey |
Hey, hey, hey |
Hey-hey |
Hey |
Hey, yeah-yeah |
Hey |
Hey-hey |
Hey |
Ayy, how many times I gotta say I did this on my own? |
My brodie slide, won’t hesitate, he up that bitch, you gone (You gone) |
I’m worrying 'bout many men, they innocent, I’m living wrong (Sheesh) |
And I still been feeling dark, I talk to God when I’m alone |
Bitch, we throw shots up (We throw shots up) |
My bro get tactical, he send shots from the neck up (From the neck up) |
Bitch, I was piss poor, I got focused, got my check up (Got my check up) |
Spent 'least 'bout four racks on East Street, bitch, I’m not regular (For real) |
I sent my line, you take too long to call, then never mind |
Eatin' in these streets, but not with me, you ain’t no friend of mine (Ugh) |
We was six deep with a half a ki', had to step on Caroline |
Hangin' in these streets made me a beast, made me embarrassed now |
So fuck it, kill 'em all (Boom) |
Ayy, I just ran up some blue strips tryna get 'em off (Tryna get 'em off) |
Left the switch off in a new whip, then I’m peeling off (Then I’m peeling off) |
Said I kicked the cup, but I lied to her, I just sip it raw (Sip it raw) |
Shawty in my bed with the savage on, tryna rip it off (Rip it off) |
All this sauce, all these drippy cars (Drippy cars) |
We get money and we stack it tall (Stack it tall) |
They say Calboy broke, ain’t facts, at all (Ain't facts, at all) |
Ayy, we spot opps and whack 'em off |
Ayy, how many times I gotta say I did this on my own? |
My brodie slide, won’t hesitate, he up that bitch, you gone (You gone) |
I’m worrying 'bout many men, they innocent, I’m living wrong (Sheesh) |
And I still been feeling dark, I talk to God when I’m alone |
Bitch, we throw shots up (We throw shots up) |
My bro get tactical, he send shots from the neck up (From the neck up) |
Bitch, I was piss poor, I got focused, got my check up (Got my check up) |
Spent 'least 'bout four racks on East Street, bitch, I’m not regular (For real) |
Yeah, niggas better think before they move |
I roll with killers too (For real) |
I just copped me a new big body, just tryna go chop the roof (Skrrt) |
Shawty dropping bodies, ain’t think about it, same guy that sold, |
he through (Damn) |
We been on that gang shit for years, nigga, how you think the same shit new? |
(Ha) |
Either be the victim or shoot |
Live this life, then you gotta choose (Choose) |
Havin' nightmares in a pool of blood, I pray it don’t come true (Sheesh) |
And it’s long live my troops, heaven only knows what’s soon |
Tryna put your dog in a suit, I ain’t tryna call no truce (Hey) |
Uh-uh, we get money, stack it tall and that’s facts (And that’s facts) |
Niggas wanna talk, let’s play ball, where they at? (Where they at? |
Where they at? Where they at?) |
Ayy, you say that’s for sure, that’s a fact (That's a fact) |
We gon' let it spray for my dog, you get stretched (Hey) |
Ayy, how many times I gotta say I did this on my own? |
My brodie slide, won’t hesitate, he up that bitch, you gone (You gone) |
I’m worrying 'bout many men, they innocent, I’m living wrong (Sheesh) |
And I still been feeling dark, I talk to God when I’m alone |
Bitch, we throw shots up (We throw shots up) |
My bro get tactical, he send shots from the neck up (From the neck up) |
Bitch, I was piss poor, I got focused, got my check up (Got my check up) |
Spent 'least 'bout four racks on East Street, bitch, I’m not regular (For real) |
Spent 'least 'bout four racks on East Street, bitch, I’m not regular |
Spent 'least 'bout four racks on East Street, bitch, I’m not regular |
Damn, nigga, you wrong |
Yeah, oh, oh-oh |