Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song LA4AWEEK, artist - Aj Tracey. Date of issue: 13.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
LA4AWEEK |
| It’s just us, never them |
| Look all into the ends |
| Let me act like they my friends, but I know it is pretend |
| I’m ridin' lowkey in a Benz |
| They think that 'cause they wearing VLONE that that make us friends |
| But it’s us, never them, us, never them |
| It’s just us, never them |
| It’s just us, never them, us, never them |
| It’s just us, never them |
| Check, check, yo |
| Look, look |
| I ain’t the same when I’m sober |
| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder |
| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over |
| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover |
| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier |
| And he got it on him, no holster |
| Drink cold, but my neck colder |
| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah |
| I ain’t the same when I’m sober |
| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder |
| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over |
| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover |
| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier |
| And he got it on him, no holster |
| Drink cold, but my neck colder |
| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah |
| Yak in my cup and it’s fizzy |
| Always on the hunt for the Lizzy |
| Girls didn’t wanna see me |
| But they wanna see me now 'cause they see me with Drizzy |
| I’m in Los Angeles drunk |
| 200 dollars on lunch |
| Boy you’re a prick, you’re a punk |
| VLONE when I crunk, no foul when I dunk |
| Fertile gyal with the soft skin |
| 'Dem tings lookin' like mums |
| I ain’t pullin' out when I splash that |
| This girl’s gettin' that cum |
| You said I was broke and you lied |
| I just put a whip on my ice |
| I want a Lamb' not a Range |
| If I get a Range 'den I’m givin' it to Nyge |
| I ain’t the same when I’m sober |
| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder |
| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over |
| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover |
| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier |
| And he got it on him, no holster |
| Drink cold, but my neck colder |
| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah |
| I ain’t the same when I’m sober |
| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder |
| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over |
| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover |
| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier |
| And he got it on him, no holster |
| Drink cold, but my neck colder |
| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah |
| I don’t wanna link and build |
| 'Cause man you got no skill |
| Pour my cup to the top 'til it’s filled |
| When I rinse out it smell like a pill |
| Said she can’t get enough of the thrill |
| Gotta end the show, told her backstage where she can sit and can chill |
| She said «Oh my God thank you for real» |
| Told her no pics on her Instagram 'cause my girl lurking for real |
| If she find you, I swear she gon' kill |
| But she took the risk still |
| I’m helping her straight out her heels |
| When we go out she pay for the bill |
| In the bed I treat her like my meal |
| That shit got me harder than steel |
| I ain’t the same when I’m sober |
| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder |
| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over |
| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover |
| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier |
| And he got it on him, no holster |
| Drink cold, but my neck colder |
| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah |
| I ain’t the same when I’m sober |
| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder |
| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over |
| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover |
| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier |
| And he got it on him, no holster |
| Drink cold, but my neck colder |
| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah |
| Story up, story up |
| Run it back again cause it’s not something adding up |
| Think it’s funny how I never give a fuck |
| When they think of me, yeah I had to switch it up |
| Yeah, I know |
| A flex behind every story that I told |
| Did it with no notice, I just had to touch road |
| Nod at the gems even though that I know |
| Still doing this for my… |
| I ain’t the same when I’m sober |
| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder |
| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over |
| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover |
| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier |
| And he got it on him, no holster |
| Drink cold, but my neck colder |
| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah |
| I ain’t the same when I’m sober |
| Prolly got a chip on my shoulder |
| Still mad at my old link 'cause it’s over |
| I want a matte black frog, not a Rover |
| I don’t do dirt, got a soldier |
| And he got it on him, no holster |
| Drink cold, but my neck colder |
| I don’t need a boss or an older, yeah |
| Cookin' up a jawn like |
| Nyge |