Emo. Songtext
von Kai Ca$h
Emo. Songtext
Yeah, sex tape it′s time to fuck the game crazy
Y'all givin′ written statements, I get bank statements
Shackled in with all my jewelry like a slave chained in
Got my mind made up and it ain't changin'
I want Clicquot, Burberry peacoat
Baby shower fit, shit, I′m ′bout to have my seed though
Twenty-four hours in the ends, we at Heathrow
I don't really got too many friends, I don′t need those
Eatin' dinner with the CEOs, sharin′ keynotes
Money from my speech, I don't know how to cut a key
My mama said I need a job, she can′t tell me what I need though
Picture me lettin' niggas eat, but I ain't eatin′ nope
Did that, now this the get back and it ain′t peaceful
Gon' make it last forever like Keith wrote it
Bitch, I don′t need hope
Jumped off before the ship wrecked and got a speedboat
Clean the money up where the bleach go
Yeah, she built like a Bentley, told her back it up
Shorty sex drive different, she ain't had enough
Countin′ hundreds, fifties, twenty tens, add it up
She got me throwin' ones, this bitch bad as fuck
Get to talkin′ 'bout New York, these niggas know it's us
All this gold on me, I hit the curb look like a Tonka truck
Hit the curb, I′m just window shoppin′, I ain't baggin′ her
No ho on me, this 42 controllin' me
No ho on me, protected like a rosary
She said that I′m the one, that's how it′s supposed to be
Cougar rubbin' on my body, told me play the Jodeci
Been rollin' up that dro then hit the shoulder lean
Yeah, and I don′t want the bitch unless her page private
She want Kordell and Serena, we at the same island
Told my favorite rapper on my mama we got the same bodies
No BAP, why that nigga grin? Now he ain′t smilin'
Really lived in trailers ′fore I ever seen no 8 Mile-ing
'Fore it was cool to claim a gang, boy, it was gang violence
Mama told me don′t go to my hood, but I can't stay out it
Hoodrat bitch, face hit but got a great body
Said she wanna dye her hair red, I′m like, "Okay, Yachty"
Told her I'm at Icebox, she like, "Boy, you don't play hockey"
He industry, I can give a fuck what he gon′ say ′bout me
I'm somewhere in Gwinnett with a Dominican, okay, mami
Yeah, I′m like that, pussy, yeah, I'm like that
Nigga can′t be my favorite rapper, he ain't write that
Fucked a couple bands in LA, I got it right back
I fucked the summer up one more again, pussy, fight back
Yeah, crazy
Y'all givin′ written statements, I get bank statements
Shackled in with all my jewelry like a slave chained in
Got my mind made up and it ain't changin'
I want Clicquot, Burberry peacoat
Baby shower fit, shit, I′m ′bout to have my seed though
Twenty-four hours in the ends, we at Heathrow
I don't really got too many friends, I don′t need those
Eatin' dinner with the CEOs, sharin′ keynotes
Money from my speech, I don't know how to cut a key
My mama said I need a job, she can′t tell me what I need though
Picture me lettin' niggas eat, but I ain't eatin′ nope
Did that, now this the get back and it ain′t peaceful
Gon' make it last forever like Keith wrote it
Bitch, I don′t need hope
Jumped off before the ship wrecked and got a speedboat
Clean the money up where the bleach go
Yeah, she built like a Bentley, told her back it up
Shorty sex drive different, she ain't had enough
Countin′ hundreds, fifties, twenty tens, add it up
She got me throwin' ones, this bitch bad as fuck
Get to talkin′ 'bout New York, these niggas know it's us
All this gold on me, I hit the curb look like a Tonka truck
Hit the curb, I′m just window shoppin′, I ain't baggin′ her
No ho on me, this 42 controllin' me
No ho on me, protected like a rosary
She said that I′m the one, that's how it′s supposed to be
Cougar rubbin' on my body, told me play the Jodeci
Been rollin' up that dro then hit the shoulder lean
Yeah, and I don′t want the bitch unless her page private
She want Kordell and Serena, we at the same island
Told my favorite rapper on my mama we got the same bodies
No BAP, why that nigga grin? Now he ain′t smilin'
Really lived in trailers ′fore I ever seen no 8 Mile-ing
'Fore it was cool to claim a gang, boy, it was gang violence
Mama told me don′t go to my hood, but I can't stay out it
Hoodrat bitch, face hit but got a great body
Said she wanna dye her hair red, I′m like, "Okay, Yachty"
Told her I'm at Icebox, she like, "Boy, you don't play hockey"
He industry, I can give a fuck what he gon′ say ′bout me
I'm somewhere in Gwinnett with a Dominican, okay, mami
Yeah, I′m like that, pussy, yeah, I'm like that
Nigga can′t be my favorite rapper, he ain't write that
Fucked a couple bands in LA, I got it right back
I fucked the summer up one more again, pussy, fight back
Yeah, crazy
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