Ya Lose! - TSM Beeezy/Desire.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Brennen Lightfoot
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Brennen Lightfoot
[00:12.764]Ridin' in the X6 with lil' Jayla
[00:14.823]I'm still screamin', "**** a hater"
[00:16.356]My nigga knock him down
[00:17.697]He don't give a ****, he just worried 'bout the paper
[00:19.996]Mix the Wock' with the Tussionex
[00:21.501]Now my double cup look like a Laker
[00:23.507]Let him come around running his mouth
[00:25.021]We gon' spot his ass out with that laser
[00:27.371]Okay bye, cool, you lose
[00:31.159]My diamonds be shining so bright, it look like the moon
[00:33.666]On my way to see you
[00:35.172]Oh we ****ing? They don't got a clue
[00:37.189]All my pockets filled with the blues
[00:38.440]Got a connection, you the one I choose
[00:42.164]I just trapped out my Adidas
[00:43.921]I'm ridin' around with my heater
[00:45.473]With a bad bitch named Lisa
[00:47.054]We smokin' on that reefer
[00:49.111]I'ma let you think I need you
[00:50.612]Speaking the word like I'm a preacher
[00:52.128]Actin' dumb, I'ma have to teach you
[00:54.477]Don't come around me, no
[00:55.729]You the main ho, on go
[00:57.568]Your friends weren't gon' do it, so baby I let you know, oh
[01:01.391]Everything you put me through, I swear
[01:04.652]Still though, these hoes can't compare
[01:07.939]And that's toxic, and I know it, but I'm toxic and show it
[01:11.448]Gotta keep my head on my shoulders, these niggas tryna blow it
[01:14.953]Where you goin' girl with all that ass on you? Come over and just throw it
[01:18.206]I'm a wild nigga from the south side, bad temper, can't control it
[01:21.461]More money, more problems, more bitches like a rasta
[01:24.996]I knew you wasn't the one when you went and ****ed on my partner
[01:28.287]You don't really **** with me, you lookin' for an easy dollar
[01:31.786]If I hit it one time, I promise you gon' holler
[01:35.546]Ridin' in the X6 with lil' Jayla
[01:37.051]I'm still screamin', "**** a hater"
[01:38.807]My nigga knock him down
[01:40.039]He don't give a ****, he just worried 'bout the paper
[01:42.092]Mix the Wock' with the Tussionex
[01:43.598]Now my double cup look like a Laker
[01:45.319]Let him come around running his mouth
[01:47.071]We gon' spot his ass out with that laser
[01:49.576]Okay bye, cool, you lose
[01:53.340]My diamonds be shining so bright, it look like the moon
[01:56.098]On my way to see you
[01:57.601]Oh we ****ing? They don't got a clue
[01:59.357]All my pockets filled with the blues
[02:01.112]Got a connection, you the one I choose

文本歌词

作词 : Brennen Lightfoot
作曲 : Brennen Lightfoot
Ridin' in the X6 with lil' Jayla
I'm still screamin', "**** a hater"
My nigga knock him down
He don't give a ****, he just worried 'bout the paper
Mix the Wock' with the Tussionex
Now my double cup look like a Laker
Let him come around running his mouth
We gon' spot his ass out with that laser
Okay bye, cool, you lose
My diamonds be shining so bright, it look like the moon
On my way to see you
Oh we ****ing? They don't got a clue
All my pockets filled with the blues
Got a connection, you the one I choose
I just trapped out my Adidas
I'm ridin' around with my heater
With a bad bitch named Lisa
We smokin' on that reefer
I'ma let you think I need you
Speaking the word like I'm a preacher
Actin' dumb, I'ma have to teach you
Don't come around me, no
You the main ho, on go
Your friends weren't gon' do it, so baby I let you know, oh
Everything you put me through, I swear
Still though, these hoes can't compare
And that's toxic, and I know it, but I'm toxic and show it
Gotta keep my head on my shoulders, these niggas tryna blow it
Where you goin' girl with all that ass on you? Come over and just throw it
I'm a wild nigga from the south side, bad temper, can't control it
More money, more problems, more bitches like a rasta
I knew you wasn't the one when you went and ****ed on my partner
You don't really **** with me, you lookin' for an easy dollar
If I hit it one time, I promise you gon' holler
Ridin' in the X6 with lil' Jayla
I'm still screamin', "**** a hater"
My nigga knock him down
He don't give a ****, he just worried 'bout the paper
Mix the Wock' with the Tussionex
Now my double cup look like a Laker
Let him come around running his mouth
We gon' spot his ass out with that laser
Okay bye, cool, you lose
My diamonds be shining so bright, it look like the moon
On my way to see you
Oh we ****ing? They don't got a clue
All my pockets filled with the blues
Got a connection, you the one I choose