Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Mistaking, artist - A-Wax. Date of issue: 16.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Mistaking |
| No mistakin me for them, all this Fendi that I’m in |
| Circle gettin' small, now a dot is all it is |
| Talkin like she mine, I don’t know why she did |
| All I got is hundreds usin' em to wipe the tears |
| All I got is gunners with me, I ain’t got no friends |
| Hatin' in abundance and I don’t know where it stems |
| Smokin' on this blunt, hopin' it could the edge off |
| I just changed my number, hopefully they shake the feds off |
| Bitch you playin' innocent, I know you got some demons |
| I just told my gunners pick out what they want at Neiman’s |
| All I keep is hundreds on me, I can’t fuck with singles |
| Every time that we come around they look like they single |
| She know the routine I’m just gone hit it once and leave |
| Fell out with so many friends I wonder was it me |
| Fendi on my belt and got the gun tucked underneath |
| He don’t watch his mouth I’m just gone dump on him and leave |
| Them boys are so broke ain’t no mistakin' us for them |
| And they really not mistakes if you don’t make 'em all again |
| I don’t need too many people, got this thang to call my friend |
| And some gunners by my side I’m always thanking God for them |
| No mistakin me for them, all this Fendi that I’m in |
| Circle gettin' small, now a dot is all it is |
| Talkin like she mine, I don’t know why she did |
| All I got is hundreds usin' em to wipe the tears |
| All I got is gunners with me, I ain’t got no friends |
| Hatin' in abundance and I don’t know where it stems |
| Smokin' on this blunt, hopin' it could the edge off |
| I just changed my number, hopefully they shake the feds off |
| I quit seein' eye-to-eye with all my broke friends |
| Then I saw my rich ones take off to go on a coke binge |
| All that meant to Skizzy and me is we flyin' coach again |
| 'Til we get that pack off once or twice and all the dope come in |
| Saw the opp and let my dogs attack 'em like a Doberman |
| Music wasn’t workin' so we back to sellin' dope again |
| I quit poppin' pills and doin' blow, I felt more social then |
| Dirty got that thirty on him, you don’t want no smoke with him |
| We had all the odds against us and we weren’t supposed to win |
| We got all the opps against us speakin' up like hoes and shit |
| Police got behind us in the whip I told her hold the shit |
| Bankin' all my game, I’m cashin' it in like a poker chip |
| No mistakin me for them, all this Fendi that I’m in |
| Circle gettin' small, now a dot is all it is |
| Talkin like she mine, I don’t know why she did |
| All I got is hundreds usin' em to wipe the tears |
| All I got is gunners with me, I ain’t got no friends |
| Hatin' in abundance and I don’t know where it stems |
| Smokin' on this blunt, hopin' it could the edge off |
| I just changed my number, hopefully they shake the feds off |