Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Said, artist - Dusty McFlyDate of issue: 18.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
They Said |
| They said I was gon' get paid, my nigga, but damn |
| They said I was gon' get laid, my nigga, but damn |
| Real nigga don’t got friends, nigga just got fam (x2) |
| They said these niggas gon' hate, my nigga, but damn (x2) |
| Real nigga don’t got friends and we just got fam (x2) |
| Everyday, I wake up and I praise the Lord |
| Cause it’s another day I get to ride around in what they can’t afford |
| I beg your pardon, my whip’s clean, I’m fresh as fuck |
| My bitch mean, there’s no pressin' her |
| And she freshin' up while I’m restin' up |
| So, when I wake up, it’s the naked butt |
| On the regular, my nigga, I been gold, go figure |
| So they spoil me like I was royalty |
| I’m well taught to be so that’s venom |
| On the beat, I go gorilla, guaranteed to go vanilla |
| Every time, all the time, I got money all in my phone line |
| I said one time for my crew |
| Out to get paid as fuck cause we do |
| Out to get laid as fuck cause we do |
| But, wait, if we lame as fuck, that makes you |
| Haterade for the hater-made |
| I’m on layaway and this player say |
| Wit' mad wishes, two bad bitches |
| That use they teeth to play badminton like |
| Got a bag on the way though I’m just waitin' on it, one phone call |
| Tell my nigga don’t stress for shit cause, one day, we all gon' ball |
| Real nigga from day one and I’m puttin' all of my niggas on |
| Real nigga from 4−1, niggas know that’s my hood, dog |
| I wake up with a hangover off Rosé and Dom P |
| Light skin nigga, wipe-ups, hoes swear they thought they seen Jon B |
| Ave where you find me, broke ass niggas can’t outshine me |
| Paid 20 sleeks for the time piece and the wipe-ups cost 5 sheets |
| Been grindin' non-stop for eight weeks, bout to hit ya main bitch, |
| she a straight freak |
| Been thinkin' bout flooding me a AP cause the spot still bangin' like Dre beats |
| Got bowls of the Rick, bout eight each, can’t let y’all broke niggas fade me |
| Y’all ho ass niggas, they hate me, but it’s always «Fuck you, pay me» |
| They said these niggas gon' hate, my nigga, but damn (x2) |
| Real nigga don’t got friends and we just got fam (x2) |