Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Hear Me Out, artista - Lucas Coly. Fecha de emisión: 02.09.2016
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Hear Me Out |
| Aye |
| Lemme keep it a hunnid, I used to be nothing but now niggas hate me |
| Why the fuck would you hate me, you making it obvious you mad cause you ain’t me |
| Say what you wanna say, talk how you wanna talk, never erase me |
| Me I am 1 in a million, cut off or loose me, but never replace me |
| I don’t have nothing for you niggas or bitches, so please get the fuck out my |
| face |
| Don’t like to stop for nobody for free, so please get the fuck out my way |
| Yes, I be trippin' and going through lots of shit, boy it’s a lot on my plate |
| I do not fuck with nobody, like fuck it and fuck it, I’m stuck in my ways |
| I started off with a 0 (zero), feel like I’m still at a 0 (zero) |
| Go where you wanna go, do what you wanna do, niggas will never try me though |
| You say you look up to me bro (huh) |
| Ok well I’ll be a hero |
| Wait, just follow my lead and cut niggas off when you see something in they ego |
| (yah) |
| I get it done with no innocence, roll me a splif and I’ll remenence |
| How the fuck am I better than niggas out here? don’t you know I’m an immigrant |
| Don’t fuck with a shawty be sickening |
| I see that you niggas ain’t getting it in |
| Niggas get deals and go broke with the money, like not me I’m flipping' it |
| (Why, why, why) |
| Cause I be on my shit boy (yeah, yeah) |
| I be on my shit boy (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I be on my shit boy |
| Tell you straight up I don’t really get no shit boy |
| Am I killing these niggas? no telling man |
| They say I’m dope like a selling man |
| I need a rack with the rubber band, so I can turn into the running man (yeah, |
| running man, running man, running man) |
| Cause I be on my shit boy |
| Tell you straight up I don’t really get no shit boy (aye) |
| Used to be strong with a lot of y’all, but now I hate niggas with passion |
| So why would I do you a favor? |
| Bitch you should know that I’m taxing (skurt) |
| Rather buy my momma a crib, before I go and cop me a bently (skurr) |
| Cause I know I’m a ball, I just I don’t end up get shot up like benji |
| See I put some thought to my actions |
| I put the ink to the paper |
| Blowing on that herb, feel like I’m up in jamaica |
| Kick you to the curb, better talk bread like a baker |
| You get on my nerves, pass me the blunt see you later (aye) |
| I keep an eye on you niggas, you better not fuck up my come up (fuck up my come |
| up) |
| Talking that shit to me nigga? (what) |
| Bitch I’ll make a call on the run ups |
| I do this shit for myself, and I do this shit for my family (for my family) |
| So know that I’m keeping it pushing, like fuck it and fuck who don’t stan me |
| (Why, why, why) |
| Cause I be on my shit boy (yeah, yeah) |
| I be on my shit boy (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I be on my shit boy |
| Tell you straight up I don’t really get no shit boy |
| Am I killing these niggas? no telling man |
| They say I’m dope like a selling man |
| I need a rack with the rubber band, so I can turn into the running man (yeah, |
| running man, running man, running man) |
| Cause I be on my shit boy |
| Tell you straight up I don’t really get no shit boy |