
jay montana - to the grave كلمات أغنية
[intro]
yeah, yeah
[chorus: jay montana]
all this money, all these hoes, all these foreigns, all these clothes
hate to say we goin’ fed, all these switches on these poles, yeah
i know how to play it, make a 10 give me her soul
chris and fat on the streets, how’d it got my heart cold
take my secrets, to the grave, b_tch you better not tell a soul
i ain’t start out with a poster, at the sore with’ til it close
i ain’t start out with the hoe, she in rotation with the bros
i been hittin’ her for a month, she ain’t f_ckin’ with her rose
[verse: jay montana]
i’ve been hittin’ her for a month straight, ain’t took her on a lunch date
get paid i just score like 20 pounds on a monday
i, selena, sling sling sling my b_tch like a runway
straight from the mud, i rock the cleanest kicks, keep it on like easter sunday, uh
you say, you couldn’t live without me, why you breathin’?
i was drank thought in the projects sleep, california dreamin’
my cup dirty, not even dish detergent, can clean it
she got a nice shape, her fit rhude, her attitude demeanors
if king ain’t morgan, he’ll be a free man
if it weren’t for my past, i’d be free bands, now i’m focused on my future, like double 0, i doubled up
can f_ck, but we can’t cuddle up, i stick it in and she yellin’ “f_ck”
[chorus: jay montana]
all this money, all these hoes, all these foreigns, all these clothes
hate to say we goin’ fed, all these switches on these poles, yeah
i know how to play it, make a 10 give me her soul
chris and fat on the streets, how’d it got my heart cold
take my secrets, to the grave, b_tch you better not tell a soul
i ain’t start out with a poster, at the sore with’ til it close
i ain’t start out with the hoe, she in rotation with the bros
i been hittin’ her for a month, she ain’t f_ckin’ with her rose
[verse: fattmack]
yeah, i ain’t have no jacket, b_tch you left’ me in the cold, yeah
i hit my bro, like was’ crackin’, i got perks, he got the smoke
you know i always want you here, i keep you happy ‘till we old
d_mn, i’m sorry i hit below the belt, but you went lower
why you do that?, yeah, all my f_ckin’ opps ain’t nun but targets for the shoot at, yeah
bae i wasn’t in love, with nun of these hoes, i was just runnin’ through ‘em, yeah
i ain’t never had this type of love, i don’t know what i’m doin’
we hit every city in the state, i take you wit’ me tourin’, you know you my love, yeah
every time you get mad, you go get drunk, and hit the club, yeah
you left me lonely, now i’m best friends with the plug, yeah
and every time, i hit his phone he gonna pick up, yeah, on god
[chorus: jay montana]
all this money, all these hoes, all these foreigns, all these clothes
hate to say we goin’ fed, all these switches on these poles, yeah
i know how to play it, make a 10 give me her soul
chris and fat on the streets, how’d it got my heart cold
take my secrets, to the grave, b_tch you better not tell a soul
i ain’t start out with a poster, at the sore with’ til it close
i ain’t start out with the hoe, she in rotation with the bros
i been hittin’ her for a month, she ain’t f_ckin’ with her rose
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