lirik lagu solowky lbm & fbe savage – moral of the story
solowke little baby watch this teamwork
throwed is a b-tch
but i’m a g
i know the bean work
and i can’t stop these phones from ringing
but i need church
i won’t let them get behind me
baby imma speed first
it’s safe to say
but crackin cars made the dream work
introduced a g
sorry mama had to leave work
i gave my little n-ggas b-lls
now they need merch
real solid n-gga born hustler and street smerts
7 gram backwood imma drink the lean first
j called my phone late night said he need work
solowke slapping on yo b-tch until her head hurt
stack yo money n-gga
f-ck these b-tches
get yo bread first
sh-t ain’t come from overnight
we had to put in lead work
baby j tippin
made me spill the drink on my shirt
show a b-tch a roll and then she go
i ain’t gotta flirt
imma boss baby thousander
i ain’t gotta perc
cuz putta wood together let’s discuss a number
we can move it on a train or under the tunnel
everybody spin together
the quicker we bubble
agree quickest way to death
some day you gon suffer
raised around apes and some snakes
grew up in the jungle
from the first to the third imma quickly bubble
6 high speeds back to back slapping on her bundles
on the phone havin phone fights
that’s a royal rumble
choppa eat a n-gga up like pac man
move the drugs in a baggie a seran wrap
every time a make a bag i rubber band that
wise man taught me the game that’s my grandad
real tippin on them speeds
i’ll never rap
came home and made a promise
imma keep racks
belly walkin 600 where my fee at
i don’t eat mcdonalds but i ride wit a big mac
i ain’t really in the pictures or main b-tches
you ain’t really wrapped up you let the fame get you
my great uncle was a hunter
i was raised with it
don’t let a broke n-gga or b-tch say i changed on em
anywhere i go yea you know i keep that thing on me
day ones turned they back
yea they changed on me
i just bought a whole pint
sipped it by my lonely
yea we go on high speeds
but we don’t drive no stolleys
told him point me to the kitchen help me hit this
b gotta 8 of red i don’t drink rips
dez ain’t never pullin over
take enough risks
even wit 100 pounds it ain’t enough risks
solowke stephen curry cause he hardly miss
facetime wit dez
he talkin bout some more trips
baby j told me bust em
i can’t be specific
couple b-tches got n-ggas i can’t tell our business
moral of the story me and bro and them eaten
the way i slapped on this b-tch she den recalled the beaten
moral of the story i’m low life gritten
knew i really wanted money when i stared elementary
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu paper lovee – i’m rollin
- lirik lagu jaloo – cobrastyle
- lirik lagu forlorn sights – footsteps
- lirik lagu naomi scott – undercover
- lirik lagu thenightyouleft – jingle bells
- lirik lagu claire diterzi – tableau de chasse
- lirik lagu og molee – sins
- lirik lagu lahasna – come fai
- lirik lagu young b (korean) – polo
- lirik lagu kiša metaka – konan