Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Worthy, artist - Anilyst. Album song Lystening, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Worthy |
| Woke up early kinda dizzy vision blurry feeling not a single worry i’ll leave |
| that to my attorney/ i feel like I’m curry with the way i fucking burry |
| competition in a hurry tell them all to feel the fury/ |
| This for all them bitches who had curved me in the past/ |
| Now this cash makes me worthy of that ass, but i’ll pass, that shit dirty/ |
| Plus i laugh cause you hurtin'/ you’z a bad fucking person/ why you flirtin'? |
| oh this bag gots you workin' thats for certain/ |
| Look, dominant i had a hard life |
| Now my confidence is at an all high/ |
| Profiting i make the opposite of what you fraud guys call a small pie/ |
| Mobb life, Steve Harvey i got large ties/ |
| Boss guy, with a piece on me got the streets calling me the all wise, all rise/ |
| Tarantino when i shoot |
| Do you dare to see the proof? |
| Hit casinos in a suit with some women while I’m winning loot |
| Ric Flair with the whoo! |
| Ric Flair with the whoo! |
| Pimp boss got you pissed off cause i drip sauce from the juice |
| Woke up, hit a milestone/ broke up with my side bone/ no love how i change up |
| like the passcode on my iPhone/ |
| All she getting is a dial tone/ hows it feel to get styled on?/ |
| Mad at me till I see her later than stretch the pussy like nylon |
| I am a common believer, life is like follow the leader/ when you start reaching |
| the top they all become bottom feeders/ |
| They quick to see dollars and beamers, don’t let them borrow neither/ see we |
| some ballers keeping bottles homie by the liter/ mami’s wild like a diva, |
| got her eyes on my visa/ after i skeet her I’ma leave her like hasta la vista/ |
| I’m sorry mama sita, this is bye bye felicia/ you’ll be lucky if i even buy you |
| a slice of pizza/ |
| Thats a definite decision |
| Back up give Lyst his distance |
| Before my fists' get risen |
| Hit you get you quick to stiffen |
| Livin like this you wishin' |
| Sippin to twist my vision |
| Pimpin your bitch I gave her this dick for kissin', isn’t/ |
| This kid so horny brodie/ these hoes don’t know me homie/ they got me yellin |
| holy moly when they blow me slowly/ |
| He keep that codeine dont he?/ yall be some corny phonies/ yall be balogne dont |
| want beef yall wanting poultry only/ |
| They see the cake I’m making/ yes A gon' bring home the bacon/ it’s major paper |
| I’m chasing/ there’s basically no debating/ that greatness is in the making/ so |
| take my phrases and praise them, embrace them as motivation, don’t mistake them |