Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say Less, artist - Dillon Francis. Date of issue: 06.04.2017
Song language: English
Say Less |
| Yeah |
| Young Gerald, yeah, uh |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Dylon, Dylon with the boom pow |
| Every week now I switch to a new style |
| Two 12's in the back just blew out |
| Everything I do end up in the news now |
| Leave the club with a few now |
| Just some Hollywood girls and they do chow |
| I’m drunk, I’m drunk in the mood now |
| 2 AM, what you wanna do now? |
| (What you wanna do now?) |
| Look baby, pass the Stella |
| Don’t spill on me, that’s Margiela |
| Got this Oakland game to tell her |
| Goddamn, she look familiar |
| Think we hooked up at Coachella |
| What’s her name? |
| Isabella? |
| Isa- uhhh… forget it |
| That’s like a week ago |
| But we both know how weekends go |
| Tryna function, got some places we could go |
| Lock jaw got me speakin slow like yeah |
| I’m blessed on blessed |
| I don’t GAFOS |
| You tryna fuck? |
| Yes on yes on yes on yes |
| Say less |
| Say less |
| You ain’t got |
| You ain’t got |
| You, you, you ain’t got |
| Say less (yeah) |
| Say less |
| Ay girl, what it do do |
| If u got friends, cool bring a few through |
| No fun if the homies can’t have none |
| R.I.P. |
| Nate Dogg shit is too true |
| And you know what I’m down for |
| Round 2, Round 3 into Round 4 |
| Mood switched when she knocked at the front door |
| Next up was the uproar, yeah |
| Was like a week ago, but we both know how weekends go |
| Tryna tuck off got some places we could go |
| Swear she got the deepest throat like wow |
| She’s blessed on blessed |
| I don’t GAFOS |
| You tryna fuck? |
| Yes on yes on yes on yes! |
| Say less |
| Say less |
| You ain’t got |
| You ain’t got |
| You, you, you ain’t got |
| Say less (yeah) |
| Say less |
| Sheesh, what you sayin'? |
| I don’t understand |
| Goddamn, I’m out my mind, I popped another Xan |
| Sheesh, I swear this lock jaw got me stuttering |
| Goddamn, girl, you so fine, I’d fall in love again |
| Sheesh, gettin' faded is my favorite rush |
| Goddamn, you talkative, ain’t gotta say too much |
| Be quiet, who got some grapes? |
| I’m tryna roll some trees |
| Goddamn, uppers and downers, I’m off both of these |
| Gettin' faded, not complicated |
| Too sedated, no conversation |
| Gettin' faded, not complicated |
| We too sedated, no conversation |
| Please say less |
| Please say less |
| Please say less |
| I’m blessed on blessed |
| I don’t GAFOS |
| You tryna fuck? |
| Yes on yes on yes on yes |
| Say less |
| Say less |
| You ain’t got |
| You ain’t got |
| You, you, you ain’t got |
| Say less |
| Say less |
| Say less |
| You ain’t got |
| You ain’t got |
| You, you, you ain’t got |
| Say less |