Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Afford It, artist - B. LOU. Date of issue: 24.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Afford It |
| Yeah |
| 2019 but ain’t shit changing though |
| Yeah |
| Young nigga flexin' with the dough (slatt, slime) |
| And you know I keep that shit G tho' (100) |
| Only rock with niggas who want smoke |
| Pop up out the cut and wipe your nose (Pop up out the cut and wipe your nose) |
| Run down on that nigga we gon' blow it (Boom, slatt) |
| I remember days, I couldn’t afford it (B.Lou) |
| Now I’m rockin' Louis over Jordan |
| Niggas is rat informants |
| Goin' the hardest, max performance |
| Thankin' the Lord every night, every morning |
| Everytime I go in, I go hard like a porno |
| All about action when it’s time to bubble 'em |
| Step on my brother, hell nah, he won’t do it |
| That’s on my son, on my life, I do it |
| Price on your head, we shopping medullas |
| Word around town, they say 'you the truest' |
| Living my life every day to the fullest |
| 91 premium when it’s time to fill up |
| Neck to the head and the body can hit em |
| I ain’t gotta say it, they know I’m a real one |
| Ain’t shit change, did you hear me, you feel me? |
| Fuck that lil’bitch, she didn’t care bout my feelings |
| Remember all my life, when we do it I hit 'em |
| Fuck any nigga who talkin' 'bout business |
| Pay off the judges to free all my niggas |
| Think I’m a bitch, paid the quarter ideally |
| I stay with hitters, them niggas gorillas |
| Just like a waitress I’m serving these niggas |
| I’m in my zone never losing my rhythm |
| Who say I’m perfect who judging who nigga? |
| I wouldn’t trade my life with you niggas |
| Down to the gang I’m stuck with you niggas |
| I been rolling, I been worried bout nothin' but my posse |
| All these people in my face because them cameras they watching |
| Lord forgive me for my sins, but best believe me he watching |
| Loyalty over love, give me that girl I got you |
| Green dot, bow, bitch, yeah you see me I spot you |
| I been fucking all these bitches they be like boy you popping |
| Two cribs, two coupes, a pair of AP watches |
| I can never trust a soul cause they ain’t being honest |
| Young nigga flexin' with the dough (slatt, slime) |
| And you know I keep that shit G tho' (100) |
| Only rock with niggas who want smoke |
| Pop up out the cut and wipe your nose (Pop up out the cut and wipe your nose) |
| Run down on that nigga we gon' blow it (Boom, slatt) |
| I remember days, I couldn’t afford it |
| Yeah I took that shit, yeah I stole it |
| Bitch I am self made don’t need promotion |
| And watch these fuck niggas they not your homies |
| You pulled that hoe shit but I still love you |
| How you cross a nigga that would kill for you? |
| Can’t even waste no time, don’t feel for you |
| If we ain’t talking money, ain’t no deals working |
| Bitch, yeah you know that we balling |
| Balling Drew Bree’s in New Orleans |
| Ball like I’m Jordan or Harden |
| You already know who the hardest |
| Look who done took it the farthest |
| Everyday I’m feeling nauseous |
| Loaded of cookies, I’m higher than a martian |
| Double R chilling when I’m in the starship |
| Coming through the sky, little Einstein |
| I’m missing my boys, I’m on tour with my boys |
| It really ain’t making no noise, gentlemen open her doors |
| Look at my life too influence |