- Dro Kenji DISASTER 歌詞
- Dro Kenji
- (Yo, Zay, what up?)
(Census, what you cookin'?)
My heart beat faster when I'm ****ed up and don't care about nothin'
Let's make a disaster and throw it all away and watch the world burn
Shawty say I'm so damn silent in person
I'm just thinking 'bout all these bands
When I'm all alone, it's just me by myself,
You was not by my side, what the **** is a handout?
Bitch, I do what I want, you not changin' me
I dropped twenty on diamonds for clarity
I left Mary to go **** on Charity
Cold-hearted nigga, it ain't no declaring me
On my pistol these niggas be pussy
Too much drip, I ain' t think the bitch knew where to look
And this .762 free his mind like a book
I don't hang with the hatin' niggas, they get banned
Blocked from the squad, nigga you a fan
Crackers hating 'cause the Porches too fast
Love that bitch and she gon' take you through hell
All nine levels and back
I just want seven more racks
I cut off a couple of friends, and they're not allowed to come back here
Bae, you oh my, you driving me so crazy (Yeah)
We been sipping all night, give me throat lazy (Woah)
And this uzi came with thirty-two babies (Ooh)
If that nigga keep talking, send two lasers (Woah)
This ho told me she love me, she so crazy
Bitch, you know I'm too busy to show face
Lock on my heart 'cause these bitches be too fake
I know you got scars that you hide with your real face
And I'm here for your heart to protect my mind
I just wanna know what's on yours
At the same damn time, been alone so long
That I find itreal hard to trust your words
Tell me you fine when you really not
Everyone keep on lyin', it's hard to not
I'ma keep me some distance from all of them
On my own , give a **** if you here or not
My heart beat faster when I'm ****ed up and don't care about nothin'
Let's make a disaster and throw it all away and watch the world burn
Shawty say I'm so damn silent in person
I'm just thinking 'bout all these bands
When I'm all alone, it's just me by myself
You was not by my side, what the **** is a handout?
Bitch, I do what I want, you not changin' me
I dropped twenty on diamonds for clarity
I left Mary to go * *** on Charity
Cold-hearted nigga, it ain't no declaring me
On my pistol these niggas be pussy
Too much drip, I ain't think the bitch knew where to look
And this .762 free his mind like a book
I don't hang with the hatin' niggas, they get banned
Blocked from the squad, nigga you a fan
Crackers hating 'cause the Porches too fast
Love that bitch and she gon' take you through hell
All nine levels and back
I just want seven more racks
I cut off a couple of friends, and they're not allowed to come back here
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