No Stones - Kid Ink, Casey Veggies

No Stones - Kid Ink, Casey Veggies

Год
2019
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
201660

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No Stones

Kid Ink, Casey Veggies

You say, «It's gettin' late», but we see time different

I ain’t puttin' no stones in my Patek

Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh)

Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex)

We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning

Yeah, that’s a flex (That's a flex)

Papi got them flockin' out the nest (Brr, oh)

You can tell the vibe from how I dress (How I dress)

Most these niggas copies in the flesh (God damn, ayy)

Hundred shots like Dolph

Quarter pound on deck

Break bread wit' my dawg

Told the nigga, «You next» (You next)

I flooded the Rollie (Rollie), but not the Patek

Heard you been running your mouth

Watch how I run up a check (Check)

Took my baby shoppin', I might do a lil' too

Gave her a stack of hundreds and said, «Do what you do»

We started from the bottom, now she grew, grew, grew

Finally caught my groove, forever this the move

Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey)

All these bitches tryna get our attention (Yeah)

One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)

You say, «It's gettin' late», but we see time different

I ain’t puttin' no stones in my Patek

Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh)

Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex)

We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning

Yeah

I need hunnids on top of hunnids, ahh, yeah

I can tell they really don’t love me, ahh, yeah

I done ran my bag up, now she love it, ahh, yeah

These niggas mad, ain’t gettin' no money, ahh, yeah (Sad)

They lookin' sad while I laugh to the bank

You see a bad one but I make her faint

I got some rain like we came in the tank (For real)

I stayed down up in this game

I done seen real niggas go insane

I can tell they don’t feel my pain

I get the cash in a whole 'nother lane

I got the money and said, «Fuck the fame»

Might cop the foreign and blow out the brain

Lil' shawty want me to make her my main

Baby so different, I’m feelin' insane

I might just plain Jane that Patek

When I touch, she gon' get wet

When I leave, she get upset

When I get back, she know what’s next

Ain’t no flex

Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey)

All these bitches tryna get our attention (They do)

One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)

You say, «It's gettin' late», but we see time different

I ain’t puttin' no stones in my Patek (In my Patek)

Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh)

Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex, sex)

We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning (Uh)

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