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Paroles de la chanson No Skips par Nasoj and 508Philly lyrics officiel

No Skips est une chanson en Anglais

You ever been dead broke,
Yeah that feeling the worst
Grandma ask me why I don't go to church
Every time I think about it,
I see my dog up in that hearse
Act like I'm fine, but deep down I'm hurt
It's time I put this shit in drive, remember I had no V
Back then my vision blurry, thank God now I can see
All my dawgs on the same team, we don't do compete
I won't ever say I love you, if I do just know I mean it
Smokin' flytrap gumbo, so high might land on Venus
Knew that they would cross me like a psychic, I seen it
If you my dawg, then I got you, you ain't got to return the favor
Bro, go hit the bay, come back with a bunch of flavors
Try to stack this paper up like it's loose leaf
It's always on my mind, some nights I lose sleep
I gotta find some new ways to go and get it
Knew I was different, I ain't never tried to fit in
I knew that I would stand out, never need no handout
And I can't give out no more trust, cause I ran out
Devil in my ear , angel on my shoulders
God always with me, but I feel the reaper closer
I think about my dawg when I look in the sky
Fake that they real, but I know it's a disguise
Feel like I'm sinking in the quicksand, this shit like knee high
Remember I just wanted trues , so sick and tired of Levi's
I need my wrist presidential, somethin' just like Barack
I been ballin' ever since they hand me to rock
I might cop a lil' Uzi, try and make niggas rock
I got my foot down on the pedal, how you expect me to stop
All hits, no skips like Bayless
I'm just tryna be rich, fuck famous
And where I'm from, you just gotta stay dangerous
If you aint from the trenches, then you don't know what pain is
You ever been dead broke,
Yeah that feeling the worst
Grandma ask me why I don't go to church
Every time I think about it,
I see my dog up in that hearse
Act like I'm fine, but deep down I'm hurt
It's time I put this shit in drive, remember I had no V
Back then my vision blurry, thank God now I can see
All my dawgs on the same team, we don't do compete
I won't ever say I love you, if I do just know I mean it
My Brodie on a Mollie, I'm on that Erky
All these foreigns, we be whippin', got no car keys
They gave my Brodie , all those numbers, he rock it like a jersey
When you got life, when I find out, that shit hurt me
Let me take you to my city, let me show you how I live
In my city it get dangerous, any day I can get killed
I seen mothers lose their child, he was too young to die
I been crossed too many times, everything you tell me is a lie
I gotta pop a Perc, just to get my body numb
I been feelin' hurt, don't know what's goin' on
I miss them hallways, I miss them days that I was trappin, I miss them old days
I hate the beginning of the month, momma had to pay the bills
We ain't have no heat, nighttime, I still get the chills
You ever smile when everybody around, deep down, you hurt
Worst thing I ever seen was my dawg's face up on a shirt
I'm from the same hood, how can I change? I'm the face
My niggas live good, bag the only thing we ever chase
the bag the only thing we ever chase
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Auteurs: Filomeno Monteiro, Josan Alves
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