CHARACTER FLAW Songtext
von PUNCHING BAG
CHARACTER FLAW Songtext
Huh
All of y′all bitch made, huh
Say what you said to my face, you won't
Uh
Might be his last day, bruh
Whole lotta stick play, blick came with a
...drum
These niggas ain′t on shit
With a bad bitch and she a Playboy
...Bunny
Fuck 'bout shit less it's the ...money
Told the rain stop and now it′s sunny
Huh
My choppa melodic, let′s see how it sing when the auto tune off
Got a switch, fully auto the Glock
Flawless victory, I'm knocking you off
I won without losing a stock
Too ultimate, you wasn′t ready to brawl
PB, practice bruising a jaw
In the pit so long, lost the sole on my Doc's
Dance ′round my name, but you play in street, man, you fake
That boy ended up like Lil' Saint
RIP, shit, I′m proud where I'm from
Like 57th Ave, that's a Telfar bag, Lefrak
I′ll call up Tay, tell him, "wave that flag"
You talk to much, I don′t talk enough
I'ma take a page outta Ace′s book
I'll talk your ear off, feel like Tys′
I'm nice, It′s PB
Learned how to bob n' weave
On your face, I wee, no Kelly
I'm Rolland, my fingers they covered in tree
Call the hoe CP3 way she won′t get a ring from me
What′s in your cup? It don't matter, don′t lean
Feel like Clark Kent way I'm scared of the green
Feel like Clark Kent way I go!
Yeah
I just pulled up to the place, no Wizards of Waverly
Everything not what is seems
PB gon′ pick up the pace, that punch I evade
You niggas is not up to speed
I pop my shit everyday, when you see a spade I know that you thinking of me
We don't have similar taste, you know how to take and copy, that′s rinse and repeat
When your shit come on a playlist, niggas don't play it, it's always skip or delete
Only drink as celebration, not gettin′ wasted until the mission complete
Tryna get out my own way, I′m in my own lane, can't nobody stop me but me
Ace the beacon of light, the beam in the sky so bright
The world gonna see it
All of y′all bitch made, huh
Say what you said to my face, you won't
Uh
Might be his last day, bruh
Whole lotta stick play, blick came with a
...drum
These niggas ain′t on shit
With a bad bitch and she a Playboy
...Bunny
Fuck 'bout shit less it's the ...money
Told the rain stop and now it′s sunny
Huh
My choppa melodic, let′s see how it sing when the auto tune off
Got a switch, fully auto the Glock
Flawless victory, I'm knocking you off
I won without losing a stock
Too ultimate, you wasn′t ready to brawl
PB, practice bruising a jaw
In the pit so long, lost the sole on my Doc's
Dance ′round my name, but you play in street, man, you fake
That boy ended up like Lil' Saint
RIP, shit, I′m proud where I'm from
Like 57th Ave, that's a Telfar bag, Lefrak
I′ll call up Tay, tell him, "wave that flag"
You talk to much, I don′t talk enough
I'ma take a page outta Ace′s book
I'll talk your ear off, feel like Tys′
I'm nice, It′s PB
Learned how to bob n' weave
On your face, I wee, no Kelly
I'm Rolland, my fingers they covered in tree
Call the hoe CP3 way she won′t get a ring from me
What′s in your cup? It don't matter, don′t lean
Feel like Clark Kent way I'm scared of the green
Feel like Clark Kent way I go!
Yeah
I just pulled up to the place, no Wizards of Waverly
Everything not what is seems
PB gon′ pick up the pace, that punch I evade
You niggas is not up to speed
I pop my shit everyday, when you see a spade I know that you thinking of me
We don't have similar taste, you know how to take and copy, that′s rinse and repeat
When your shit come on a playlist, niggas don't play it, it's always skip or delete
Only drink as celebration, not gettin′ wasted until the mission complete
Tryna get out my own way, I′m in my own lane, can't nobody stop me but me
Ace the beacon of light, the beam in the sky so bright
The world gonna see it
Writer(s): Askari Abdul-haqq Ahad, Jahsy Jule Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
