Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song tough (wallflower), artist - Ericdoa. Date of issue: 04.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
tough (wallflower) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| This that Neila shit |
| Ay, she said that she need me, I forgot, yeah, yeah |
| It’s gon' be tough if you coming for my spot, yeah, yeah |
| I know exactly where you at, I got the drop |
| If we talkin' money, boy, go clock in at your job |
| Wait, move, ay, I thought that they knew |
| Take food off my plate, gotta make sure my brothers ate too |
| Wait, damn, make a bitch take two |
| Big ol' glick make, this shit gon' make 'em bust a move |
| Okay wow, one in me with the Westwood, clean |
| I got a planet on my pants and some Vivi on my jeans |
| I find it funny how they mad, wanna fight m through a screen |
| Ay, I cannot hold no grudges, bitch, I’m smiling with my team |
| Girl, I’ll teach ya, hit m for a feature |
| I’m smoking poison, this shit straight up out a beaker |
| Make a call |
| Ay, I build, he fall |
| Bitch, I’m a flower on a wall |
| Bitch, I do not care at all |
| You got a problem, get it solved |
| He talking crazy, spin his jaw |
| Play games like it’s SAW |
| It’s triple seven, fuck the law |
| Okay whoa, bitch, I’m super cold |
| This gate got a code, and a rose |
| Got a bad lil' Cuban bitch, she from the O |
| I’m in my mode |
| Silver, movin' slow |
| Shoutout to my bros |
| Okay, let’s go |
| Shoot, don’t have reload |
| Gun shoot like free-throw |
| Throw to throw |
| One-three-seven-one-zero inside my coat |
| And if they throw me in the deep end guaranteed I’m gonna throw up |
| Ay, she said that she need me, I forgot, yeah, yeah |
| It’s gon' be tough if you coming for my spot, yeah, yeah |
| I know exactly where you at, I got the drop |
| If we talkin' money, boy, go clock in at your job |
| Ay, she said that she need me, I forgot, yeah, yeah |
| It’s gon' be tough if you coming for my spot, yeah, yeah |
| I know exactly where you at, I got the drop |
| If we talkin' money, boy, go clock in at your job |