Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Might Not, artist - Belly. Date of issue: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Might Not |
| Everybody 'round me sayin' I should relax cause |
| I’ve been goin' hard 'til my eyes roll back but |
| All I want to do is forget about my past and |
| Smoke a little weed, really nothin' too drastic |
| Any time you see me in a picture and I’m smilin' |
| Probably cause I’m faded or I’m chillin' with the fans and |
| Not really the type to let a nigga talk back but |
| Imma let it slide cause my niggas too violent |
| Shoutout to the ones who spend money like a habit |
| Even if they had a million dollars, they’d be trappin' |
| Got a couple girls shootin' movies on the mattress |
| Then I hit the booth, make the motherfuckin' soundtrack |
| Then I play it back on the eighty-inch plasma |
| Then I get 'em faded off that super fantastic |
| Roll that grandmaster, smell it through the plastic |
| Nobody can handle me, I’m gone when the shit’s too strong |
| The night’s too long |
| I took too much and I’ve gone too far |
| And I might not make it |
| I might not make it |
| This time I might not make it |
| I might not make it |
| I might not make it |
| This time I might not make it |
| I might not make it |
| I might not make it |
| This time I might not make it |
| I might not |
| Bitches know, told a ho, «It's different strokes for different folks» |
| Came up out the north, we was playin' with a different snow |
| Took my niggas from the four-one to pacific coast |
| We no longer put no fish scale on the fishin' boat |
| Listen ho, I know all you bitches want is liquor, smoke |
| (Liquor, smoke) |
| I know all you bitches want is d*ck and dough (D*ck and dough) |
| Told her, «You don’t gotta make it difficult» |
| Baby, sit calm, we don’t need another episode |
| Hippy b*tches sendin' me titty pictures |
| She told me no religion was the new religion |
| She said she don’t believe in God but her shoes Christian |
| I heard she servin' everybody like the soup kitchen |
| Gettin' hoes higher, gettin' hoes higher |
| She got work in the mornin', I’m gettin' hoes fired |
| Why the f*ck you call it purp when you mix it pink? |
| You know I f*ckin' mix the drinks when the sh*t's too strong |
| The night’s too long |
| I took too much and I’ve gone too far |
| And I might not make it |
| I might not make it |
| This time I might not make it |
| I might not make it |
| I might not make it |
| This time I might not make it |
| I might not make it |
| I might not make it |
| This time I might not make it |
| I might not |