Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Left Get, artist - Cj Fly.
Date of issue: 11.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Left Get |
This budget of mine always fucks with my pride |
Until I feel we doing fine I’ll be subject to crime |
I bother why?, a tad bit out of touch with father time |
Feeling like another abandoned child, that’s been effected |
Never half stepping, got a way with the words but no sense of direction |
Like dice betting, nice women and nice weapons |
Wasn’t no one to teach me mistakes made life lessons |
How I get it?, all the money that I’m spending |
With my henchmen, doors opened and I went in |
Know this was never really the path that I chose |
The cash and hoes, the flashy clothes the links of massive gold |
Only planning to give him a half of one dose |
Top of the morning they’ll be asking fo' mo', offers from chicks who actually |
do blow |
Now I got the whole strip on lock, chip off the old block made chips on the old |
block |
Plus, some cats rub me wrong so I ain’t feeling 'em man |
What I’m pose to do think twice cause I’m killing a man |
Feds is watching posting scoping while they sit in a van |
Word was I was hot, so pan what they did with the cam |
Trying to catch me in the act like cinemagram |
I must be trash cause they trying to throw me in a can |
Fiends rush me whoa homie don’t touch me, ain’t never seen you before you ain’t |
a regular custy |
He begin to jibber jabber, trying to get a nigga madder |
Got me pissed like I had a health issues with my bladder |
All that he was say I acted like I ain’t know about |
«I know what you got in store, so why is you holding out?» |
You a bit to fast homie, you gon' need to slow it down |
Until I lay in the earth I’m forever holding my ground |
Because I touch figures I don’t ever trust niggas |
It’s just my luck, he was moving like a sus' niggas |
Then I, started questioning his identity, heard bullets have no name if they |
Fly then I guess they’re meant for me |
You and I are two different entities, you just pussy I love pussy that’s gushy |
and titties |
Wasn’t friends with me so I guess that made him my enemy |
Left me alone eventually couldn’t evidence on me |
If you know me I always keep a large clientele, how could I go wrong while I’m |
getting calls on the cell |
Said they needed a hit I gave 'em a fix, I would say it with some shit |
The vocals that I laid come out crisp, and I’m supposed to give a fuck if a |
hater gon' diss |
Gone be my name on the disc when I’m making it big |
Oh no soul sold, get a watch that’s rose gold, I won’t have to ask for the time |
no mo' |
The POPO is the reason that the poor poor |
Ain’t trying to be paying taxes we trying to make our own dough |