Paroles de la chanson 4 THE RECORD! par
Don't lose blackjack blaming the dealer
It's not my fault I'm flying
Words just turn into paper for me
But I would've been a rich man silent
I see artists that act like divas
Putting on acts, I just don't buy it
I been minding my business, but if it's business
Fuck it, let's go, let's try it (Baow, baow)
I make hit records that hit new records
I wrote those records 'cause they're my records
And this my record, so just for the record
I'll say how this shit goes (How this shit goes)
His hit records are his hit records
And his hit records are her hit records
And her hit records are not her records
Never touched her phone (Never touched her phone)
It's not my fault I'm flying
Words just turn into paper for me
But I would've been a rich man silent
I see artists that act like divas
Putting on acts, I just don't buy it
I been minding my business, but if it's business
Fuck it, let's go, let's try it (Baow, baow)
I make hit records that hit new records
I wrote those records 'cause they're my records
And this my record, so just for the record
I'll say how this shit goes (How this shit goes)
His hit records are his hit records
And his hit records are her hit records
And her hit records are not her records
Never touched her phone (Never touched her phone)
Don't spark my fuse, they aren't your tunes
They ain't your bars and they aren't your loops
I don't wanna hear your opinion on something
Your A&R forms half your views
Sideline me, you can't write like me
Bite your shit, you can't bite like me
Shake my hand and then bad mouth me
And it's grab my pen and it's R.I.P
S to the O to the N-G-E-R
D-R-E, but it could've been D-R
Everybody wanna shout blacked-out Audi
We smoked up in a bruk-down Kia
S to the O to the N-G-E-R
D-R-E, but it could've been D-R
Everybody wanna shout blacked-out Audi
We smoked up in a bruk-down Kia
They ain't your bars and they aren't your loops
I don't wanna hear your opinion on something
Your A&R forms half your views
Sideline me, you can't write like me
Bite your shit, you can't bite like me
Shake my hand and then bad mouth me
And it's grab my pen and it's R.I.P
S to the O to the N-G-E-R
D-R-E, but it could've been D-R
Everybody wanna shout blacked-out Audi
We smoked up in a bruk-down Kia
S to the O to the N-G-E-R
D-R-E, but it could've been D-R
Everybody wanna shout blacked-out Audi
We smoked up in a bruk-down Kia
Sometimes I want my mind on fire
Cruising heavy, I'm Jai Opetaia
My songs get spun at our football stadium
Sara Sara, I'm free from desire
Leaving the country with two or three suitcase
'Cause when I land, they'll feed me attire
When I get back, I let my girl unpack
And they all get fucked in the tumble dryer
Wardrobe's icy, feels like Narnia
Changed my creps 'cause the blue one's gnarlier
I tell a lie, I only changed my creps
'Cause they all got weird and I lose my marble'er
Should've left my watch at home
Trip balls looking at a skeleton Cartier
Wake up playing one of my slow songs
Tell Alexa to give me one dancier
See greeze when I hear this song
It's one wipe and the dirt is gone
Cruising heavy, I'm Jai Opetaia
My songs get spun at our football stadium
Sara Sara, I'm free from desire
Leaving the country with two or three suitcase
'Cause when I land, they'll feed me attire
When I get back, I let my girl unpack
And they all get fucked in the tumble dryer
Wardrobe's icy, feels like Narnia
Changed my creps 'cause the blue one's gnarlier
I tell a lie, I only changed my creps
'Cause they all got weird and I lose my marble'er
Should've left my watch at home
Trip balls looking at a skeleton Cartier
Wake up playing one of my slow songs
Tell Alexa to give me one dancier
See greeze when I hear this song
It's one wipe and the dirt is gone
Some people are too controlling
It's one click and the skirt is long
I'm in the dance and I'm screaming will
Balloon in hand like a gender reveal
Next day meeting some label geezer
Showing him a song how the people feel
S to the O to the N-G-E-R
D-R-E, but it could've been D-R
Everybody wanna shout blacked-out Audi
We smoked up in a bruk-down Kia
S to the O to the N-G-E-R
D-R-E, but it could've been D-R
Everybody wanna shout blacked-out Audi
We smoked up in a bruk-down Kia
It's one click and the skirt is long
I'm in the dance and I'm screaming will
Balloon in hand like a gender reveal
Next day meeting some label geezer
Showing him a song how the people feel
S to the O to the N-G-E-R
D-R-E, but it could've been D-R
Everybody wanna shout blacked-out Audi
We smoked up in a bruk-down Kia
S to the O to the N-G-E-R
D-R-E, but it could've been D-R
Everybody wanna shout blacked-out Audi
We smoked up in a bruk-down Kia