Out of Breath - T. Carrier, Iamsu!

Out of Breath - T. Carrier, Iamsu!

Год
2020
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
185140

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Out of Breath

T. Carrier, Iamsu!

Aye, never been no hater

Aye, you gon thank me now or pay me later

Aye, don’t make 'em like me no mo'

Man straight up (straight up, straight up)

Out of breath from all this paper chasin'

I got hoes on my dick, can’t get 'em off

Bitch imma boss and these niggas hella soft

Paid my dues, you don’t even know the cost

Took some L’s but I still never loss

(Verse 1: T. Carriér)

Bitch I’m large

These niggas try too hard

Still in charge, might pull yo card

Tatts on my arm, I don’t mean no harm

Don’t carry no cash, put that on my card

Ain’t no hatin' bone on my skeleton

Bout the benjamins or it’s irrelevant

I got plenty businesses developing

You was hesistant, was out ya element

All this melanin I’m on they melon

Like a mothafucka but I’m still a gentleman

All the bitch made hatin' niggas

Don’t make moves, that’s pretty evident

Oh my gosh

(Hook: T. Carriér)

Aye, never been no hater

Aye, you gon thank me now or pay me later

Aye, don’t make 'em like me no mo'

Man straight up (straight up, straight up)

Out of breath from all this paper chasin'

I got hoes on my dick, can’t get 'em off

Bitch imma boss and these niggas hella soft

Paid my dues, you don’t even know the cost

Took some L’s but I still never loss

(Verse 2: Iamsu!)

I empty the clip

I smoke out the zip

I drink out the fifth

I plead the fifth, yea

Oh you wanna take my spot?

Well you real confident

How the fuck I’m gon flop, way too much experience

(Way too much yea)

How the fuck I’m gon flop, way too much experience

Big racks made off walk-thrus and appearances

Take care of both my parents

Lil' bitches talk like parrots

Grand hustle like Tip Harris

Fuck wit the gang get buried, yea

(Hook: T. Carriér)

Aye, never been no hater

Aye, you gon thank me now or pay me later

Aye, don’t make 'em like me no mo'

Man straight up (straight up, straight up)

Out of breath from all this paper chasin'

I got hoes on my dick, can’t get 'em off

Bitch imma boss and these niggas hella soft

Paid my dues, you don’t even know the cost

Took some L’s but I still never loss

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