Paroles de la chanson The Score Fine par Lil TJAY
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Paroles de la chanson The Score Fine par Lil TJAY
You never had time for me when I was bad for you
But now I'm coming up in the world and you wanna pull up just to see ???
But you're coming to the show tonight, coming to the show tonight
Coming to the show tonight, just know ???
Richest on my city 'cause they hate me, focused on this cake
Never been the type to play on safety
Niggas in the way don't want no money, can't relate me
Focused on the bag, not gon' lie, the vision givin' straightly
I've been on the road trying to focus on this cheese
But now I'm coming up in the world and you wanna pull up just to see ???
But you're coming to the show tonight, coming to the show tonight
Coming to the show tonight, just know ???
Richest on my city 'cause they hate me, focused on this cake
Never been the type to play on safety
Niggas in the way don't want no money, can't relate me
Focused on the bag, not gon' lie, the vision givin' straightly
I've been on the road trying to focus on this cheese
Proud of me, I came out everything I said I'll be
Understand me, then I thank ya (Thank ya)
I won't try to be a gangster, gangster, gangster
Father missing, mama never went to Maury, 83 layers to my story
Runnin' through the streets, shit got deep way before I even peeped
I was brainwashed thinking this shit for me
Tryna get a bag, I was fucked up (Fucked up)
Misslead you expected from me, tough luck
They was tryin' to use me bad with a pure mind
Everybody went out bad, it was war time
That's why I don't trust shit and I do what I do
I stay on my neck, and I shoot who I shoot
Politickers got it back while ???
Shit, I ain't even mad, bitch, the score fine
Faceshot to his mask, tryna extort mine
Understand me, then I thank ya (Thank ya)
I won't try to be a gangster, gangster, gangster
Father missing, mama never went to Maury, 83 layers to my story
Runnin' through the streets, shit got deep way before I even peeped
I was brainwashed thinking this shit for me
Tryna get a bag, I was fucked up (Fucked up)
Misslead you expected from me, tough luck
They was tryin' to use me bad with a pure mind
Everybody went out bad, it was war time
That's why I don't trust shit and I do what I do
I stay on my neck, and I shoot who I shoot
Politickers got it back while ???
Shit, I ain't even mad, bitch, the score fine
Faceshot to his mask, tryna extort mine
Bitches on my class, they need more time
Maybe trauma on his mind why he so high
They hate on Tjay, I don't know why
Richest on my city 'cause they hate me, focused on this cake
Never been the type to play on safety
Niggas in the way don't want no money, can't relate me
Focused on the bag, not gon' lie, the vision givin' straightly
I've been on the road trying to focus on this cheese
Proud of me, I came out everything I said I'll be
Understand me, then I thank ya (Thank ya)
I won't try to be a gangster, gangster, gangster
Maybe trauma on his mind why he so high
They hate on Tjay, I don't know why
Richest on my city 'cause they hate me, focused on this cake
Never been the type to play on safety
Niggas in the way don't want no money, can't relate me
Focused on the bag, not gon' lie, the vision givin' straightly
I've been on the road trying to focus on this cheese
Proud of me, I came out everything I said I'll be
Understand me, then I thank ya (Thank ya)
I won't try to be a gangster, gangster, gangster
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