Paroles de la chanson No Way par Ian
Paroles de la chanson No Way par Ian
Uh, I tweaked out, it was way too late
'Bout time somebody set shit straight
Pop-out every time, shit look great
Bitch, don't call me, I hate your face
Switched up on me, I'm fucked up bad
But wouldn't catch me on my last, no way
Get to December and clear your sched'
We countin' a million in cash, no breaks
Uh, are you hoes proud of the bed you make?
Is it me or a product of what they tell you?
Uh, are you hoes proud of the bed you sleep in?
Like, is it me or a product of what they feed you?
Hold on
'Bout time somebody set shit straight
Pop-out every time, shit look great
Bitch, don't call me, I hate your face
Switched up on me, I'm fucked up bad
But wouldn't catch me on my last, no way
Get to December and clear your sched'
We countin' a million in cash, no breaks
Uh, are you hoes proud of the bed you make?
Is it me or a product of what they tell you?
Uh, are you hoes proud of the bed you sleep in?
Like, is it me or a product of what they feed you?
Hold on
Why the fuck is there no one in front of me?
Why would I beef? That's fried as shit
I'll be on 10 when I get to that function
Not speakin' to no one besides your bitch
Shit gettin' closer and I'm still runnin'
I'm tryna force it, but I just can't
Still tryna laugh when this shit not funny
Nothin' is normal, but that's okay
I'm movin' slow, gettin' fast-ass money
Ran out of hope, but the bag kept comin'
You a abnormally sad-ass pussy
You'd do the most for a like and a comment
Just check my account, uh
I'ma have to teach you how to count up
Wonder how you doin' now without us
I love you, but it's good that we apart, I guess
Uh, I tweaked out, it was way too late
Why would I beef? That's fried as shit
I'll be on 10 when I get to that function
Not speakin' to no one besides your bitch
Shit gettin' closer and I'm still runnin'
I'm tryna force it, but I just can't
Still tryna laugh when this shit not funny
Nothin' is normal, but that's okay
I'm movin' slow, gettin' fast-ass money
Ran out of hope, but the bag kept comin'
You a abnormally sad-ass pussy
You'd do the most for a like and a comment
Just check my account, uh
I'ma have to teach you how to count up
Wonder how you doin' now without us
I love you, but it's good that we apart, I guess
Uh, I tweaked out, it was way too late
'Bout time somebody set shit straight
Pop-out every time, shit look great
Bitch, don't call me, I hate your face
Switched up on me, I'm fucked up bad
But wouldn't catch me on my last, no way
Get to December and clear your sched'
We countin' a million in cash, no breaks
Uh, are you hoes proud of the bed you make?
Is it me or a product of what they tell you?
Uh, are you hoes proud of the bed you sleep in?
Like, is it me or a product of what they feed you?
Are you hoes proud of that shit?
Is it me or a product of that shit?
Oh, hell, they not, ah
Pop-out every time, shit look great
Bitch, don't call me, I hate your face
Switched up on me, I'm fucked up bad
But wouldn't catch me on my last, no way
Get to December and clear your sched'
We countin' a million in cash, no breaks
Uh, are you hoes proud of the bed you make?
Is it me or a product of what they tell you?
Uh, are you hoes proud of the bed you sleep in?
Like, is it me or a product of what they feed you?
Are you hoes proud of that shit?
Is it me or a product of that shit?
Oh, hell, they not, ah
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