Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weight , by - Angel Haze. Release date: 21.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Weight |
| I’m like hold up bitch, you gotta back up off me |
| Give me 50 feet, get the trap up off me |
| All y’all niggas give me heebie-jeebies (Uh!) |
| Got me rollin 'round the city with the axe and coffin |
| Like whoa, gotta back up off me |
| Got weight! |
| Bitch, back up off me |
| Demons, monsters, bitches, doubters |
| All y’all niggas gotta back up off me! |
| Step to the side, I did my time |
| Y’all just had all of y’all hands on what’s mine |
| Bitch I rebuke you, Devil’s a lie |
| I got the wave, you get washed by the tide |
| Just got the 9 with that extension |
| I might just point at yo shit for attention |
| Nigga, it’s bye, you gotta die |
| I gotta do what it takes to survive (Weight, yeah) |
| Ever since I was a little girl, yea |
| I knew the had the potential (Weight) |
| To be a killer nigga |
| What the fuck you thought? |
| Yeah, that part of the story’s essential |
| Gone from my mental |
| Y’all couldn’t take what I been through |
| Paid for all incidental |
| Yeah, silly niggas you was thinking I was buried |
| But I soared |
| Now y’all gone wish that I died in the psych ward |
| Y’all gone wish you could hide when the light’s on |
| Came back on 'em with the iron and the whiteboard |
| Came back for it 'cause it’s mine and it’s not yours |
| Missed me, aha! |
| I’m in a nice form |
| All these labels, all these fables |
| All these Cain and fuckin' Ables |
| All you bottom feeding bitches stealin' |
| Scraps from under tables |
| Y’all really didn’t think that I would get it |
| Thought a lil pressure was gone push me to the limit |
| Bitch, I died, bitch, I cried |
| Then I rose up 'cause the suffering was written |
| Now I’m daring any motherfucker feeling brave |
| To make my day |
| Nigga, just make it |
| 'Cause I got Haitians, Asians, Jamaicans, anxious |
| Shooters, movers, angels, waiting |
| Spirit, power, patience, greatness |
| Point blank period, nigga, confirmation |
| Me and God had a real conversation |
| He said, «Get back on the occupation» |
| Then I went and took the lock and the combination |
| Now I’m telling everybody the dream |
| Now I’m selling everybody the key |
| Now I’m telling everybody the scheme |
| Y’all niggas 'bout die 'cause of me |
| I’m like hold up bitch, you gotta back up off me |
| Give me 50 feet get the trap up off me |
| All y’all niggas give me heebie-jeebies (Uh!) |
| Got me rollin' round the city with the axe and coffin |
| Like woah |
| Got a back up off me |
| Got weight |
| Bitch, back up off me |
| Demons, monsters, bitches, doubters |
| All y’all niggas gotta back up off me! |
| Step to the side, I did my time |
| Y’all just had all of y’all hands on what’s mine |
| Bitch I rebuke you, Devil’s a lie |
| I got the wave, you get washed by the tide |
| Just got the 9 with that extension |
| I might just point at yo shit for attention |
| Nigga, it’s bye, you gotta die |
| I gotta do what it takes to survive |
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