Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bipolar , by - VDonRelease date: 11.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bipolar |
| I ain’t drink in a minute |
| I got a bitch that’s going both ways |
| I’m paid |
| Now I’m smokin' out the back seat |
| Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor |
| (Kairi you good baby?) |
| I got a bitch that’s going both ways |
| I’m paid |
| So, now I’m smokin' out the back seat |
| Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor |
| Red lights |
| Never see 'em when the roof gone |
| Bally sneakers, with the patent leather |
| Never see 'em |
| Floors seats |
| At the Garden, next to Spike Lee |
| Everybody dyin' before we flee the night scene |
| Bad coke, niggas' sniffin', I take the long route |
| Chrome out |
| Send a nigga' to the most high |
| Drove by |
| On a mission like it’s '05 |
| Henny' bottle, Fendi belt |
| My shit is felt |
| I was locking in |
| Six months without no help, it was routine |
| Hits the dips, push-ups between |
| Buncha' .50 clips |
| Gettin' ripped, nigga' lookin' like a king |
| I was fresh out, me and Gutta |
| Gutta I need you to do me this favor boy, hold this down for me, |
| you know I’mma be right back |
| Bodega, still pitchin' |
| Molly powder and Dasani make you feel different |
| Shell shocked, niggas' on you hit the kill switch’n' |
| Vietnam |
| Shit like it’s 'Nam over here, you nigga’s dyin' |
| Bipolar |
| Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger |
| Momma on him, like go to school, 'cause the bills due |
| Told him be safe, I can’t afford it |
| 'Cause they head-hittin', bed flippin' |
| Under mattress kept the four-fever |
| Uncle Butchy won’t let us hustle out the same apartment |
| Trap spot, smellin' like death on a cold night |
| Summertime, playin' them benches, like we can’t play |
| Hit the park, my gloves on, he think I’m O. J |
| Kim K, I want your sister with the long face |
| Long K |
| A million dollars make my mama smile |
| Kairi, your daddy love you, I’m a real nigga' |
| Strap on me |
| Never tellin', cut my tongue out |
| Give niggas' game from a jacuzzi, like this Run’s House |
| Shop open 24/7, bitch we don’t close |
| Graveyard |
| No gloves on, my hands was so cold |
| Black shit, black gun |
| Black Giuseppe’s in a black whip |
| Black tape, wrapped around a fuckin' white brick |
| White chick, try to tell me what the price is |
| Nice kids, we were tryin' rob a hundred bands |
| Son of Sam, make the summer hot |
| All the spring, keep it clean |
| Niggas' run a lot |
| Duck tape |
| No breathin', that’s my season |
| Get a warm coat |
| Dead broke, that was us |
| Let the Lord send 'em |
| Don sippers |
| I ain’t going back and forth with 'em |
| I’m different |
| If it’s murder, we could trade it off |
| Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox |
| Bitch I came to ball |
| Backwoods all by myself, ain’t gotta' hang wit ya’ll |
| Let the Lord send 'em |
| Dom sippers |
| Never going back and forth with 'em |
| I’m different |
| If it’s murder, we could trade it off |
| Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox |
| Bitch I came to ball |
| Backwoods all by myself, ain’t gotta' hang wit ya’ll |
| Black shit, black gun |
| Black Giuseppe’s in a black whip |
| Black tape, wrapped around a fuckin' white brick |
| White chick, try to tell me what the price is |
| Nice kids, we was tryin' rob a hundred bands |
| Son of Sam, make the summer hot |
| No breathin', my season |
| Get a warm coat |
| Dead broke, that was us nigga' |
| My bitch said I’m bipolar, I hope the pills help |
| My nigga said I’m bipolar, I hope the pills help |
| This bitch said I’m bipolar, I hope the pills help |
| Bipolar |
| Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger |
| Bipolar |
| Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger |