Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's Goin On, artist - Dave East. Album song Survival, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
What's Goin On |
Yo, you know that bitch? |
Come on, son, you know I know this bitch |
You know that bitch |
We used to see her at the store every mornin', the 2−4 |
Crescent? |
Exactly, I used to fuck her sister but you ain’t know that though |
We gon' do tellys upstairs with Judy |
Upstairs with Judy! |
Got 'em |
Uh, acknowledge I’m sent |
Christian Dior probably my scent (Dior) |
Five percent tint, that money dirty, gotta get rinsed |
I’m probably in Philly, Auntie block, high, eatin' fish (Down Dauphin) |
Diamond my wrist, better than the block pumpin', tryna get rent |
Not in my circle? |
Then you tryna get spent (Spend up) |
We’re tryna get rich |
Pull up knockin' Gladys on niggas |
The way we livin' might embarrass you niggas |
Might fade to black on you niggas |
Depressed faces, they sad, mad I actually did it (Sad) |
The homie died, I went and tatted my nigga (Freak) |
Pinky ringin', me and four ladies at brunch |
Got attitudes like they came on the bus, can’t make this up |
Cigar smoke lingerin', this gun on me large, it’s not medium (Large) |
Just got off them papers, he smokin' weed again |
They was callin' me bro, catch a shot over that Nautica boat |
I’m a wolf, never call me the goat (Never) |
They all wanna know |
Betcha don’t know what’s goin' on (What's goin' on) |
The streets don’t love you like I do |
Betcha don’t know what’s goin' on (What's goin' on) |
The streets don’t love you like I do |
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh |
Ooh-ooh-ooh |
Y’all don’t even know |
Betcha don’t know |
Yeah, my side different |
They callin' us when the vibe driftin' |
We the wave that got the tides shiftin' |
I move weight, never tried liftin' |
Never leave it, gotta ride with 'em |
You nosey niggas probably tried sniffin' |
Real tissue, the bros will wipe your nose |
Makin' friends with the money expose all type of foes |
I be super fly, these hoes just wipe my clothes |
She’s a easy target, you 'posed to snipe at those |
In the Rolls doin' 60, bumpin' that Nipsey |
Shorty with me kind of tiny, one drink and she tipsy |
Always think she know somethin', be callin' her gypsy |
Told her, «Believe it or not,» she callin' me Ripley |
Aliens, yeah, the head outta this world |
Took you to the Prada store, 'cause I’m proud of you, girl |
Betcha don’t know, probably 'cause it’s too slept on |
This that dope that make the block get they two-step on |
You’ll catch on |
Betcha don’t know what’s goin' on (What's goin' on) |
The streets don’t love you like I do |
Betcha don’t know what’s goin' on (What's goin' on) |
The streets don’t love you like I do |
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh |
Ooh-ooh-ooh |