Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Confession , by - Payroll Giovanni. Release date: 21.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Confession |
| Yuh |
| B Mills, what up though? |
| BYLUG |
| Started out dime-stashin', now I’m into high fashion (Yuh) |
| Ridin' past in S-Classes, when I walk, my neck clashin' (Yeah) |
| Chains hittin' other chains, every day, I’m duckin' lames |
| Braggin' ‘bout that petty shit, boy, I’m in another lane |
| Crib with electric gates, coupes with the paper plates |
| Scrape and shake in place, help a nigga get his paper straight |
| Pocket-watchers tryna calculate what I make a day |
| ‘Cause I been wearin' rose gold since Miskeen and Bathing Ape |
| Pointers in the cross when I’m sayin' grace, amen |
| Outfit almost eight bands, your bitch told me to make plans (Bitch) |
| Told me meet her at the Black party, bitch, I’m way in France |
| Sippin' on tea with Louis gloves warmin' up on my hands (Yuh) |
| Obviously, I ain’t your man, he a pill-poppin |
| Nappy-head, tacky motherfucker, I’m a smooth hustler (Ha) |
| I drink Dom P and wear snug tees that smell like Creed |
| And flood neighborhoods anytime I’m sellin' weed |
| My confession is I’m ballin' on ‘em like it’s my possession |
| Never restin', only time I sit — I’m countin' at the Westin |
| They can’t fuck with me, my competition is my reflection |
| My confession is I got a bad Louis Vuitton obsession |
| My confession: I can’t help but to buy some shit that I like |
| Go to sleep, dream about diamonds, wake up and buy some ice |
| My confession: I had your bitch suckin' me all night |
| Went to sleep in D&G and then woke up in Off-White |
| My confession |
| Yeah |
| Detroit nigga blowin' California Cookie (Blowin') |
| I been doin' this, I ain’t no mufuckin' rookie (Ain't no rookie, nigga) |
| Had to grind for this shit, niggas think I just got lucky (Uh huh) |
| Last time you had a run, the Pistons had Rodney Stuckey (Broke ass niggas) |
| Everybody swear they up, everybody swear they ball |
| But pullin' out the GPS when it’s time to hit the mall (Huh?) |
| Your bitch blowin' up my phone, but she still won’t get a call (Hell nah) |
| When I leave out Somerset, they give me round of applause, nigga (Yup) |
| Pick my sister up from school with ‘bout twenty of ‘em (Twenty) |
| They like, «What your brother do?» |
| She told ‘em listen to my songs |
| Young, skinny nigga, but I still got them big bucks (I do) |
| I been chillin' lately, but you still can get your bitch fucked (Uh huh) |
| All a nigga talk is money, bitch, I got the hiccups (Hiccups) |
| One-on-one with your bitch, like we playin' pick-up |
| I’m the young OG, you know I gotta remind (Gotta remind) |
| Could’ve bought a whip, instead, I went to Louis Vuitton, nigga |
| My confession is I’m ballin' on ‘em like it’s my possession |
| Never restin', only time I sit — I’m countin' at the Westin |
| They can’t fuck with me, my competition is my reflection |
| My confession is I got a bad Louis Vuitton obsession |
| My confession: I can’t help but to buy some shit that I like |
| Go to sleep, dream about diamonds, wake up and buy some ice |
| My confession: I had your bitch suckin' me all night |
| Went to sleep in D&G and then woke up in Off-White |
| My confession |
| Everything I’m talkin' - I’ve done it, I ain’t seen it (Nope) |
| And everything that come out my mouth, I really mean it (Yup) |
| And everything that come out your mouth, we can’t believe it (Boy) |
| It’s some real niggas in hoods that know I’m genius (Swear to God) |
| I ain’t hatin', this shit all facts, y’all niggas are ball cappin' (Yup) |
| If fake-it-til-you-make-it was a sport, y’all be all champs (Yup) |
| Got sidetracked, took a year off just to stack it up |
| And I know how to play these niggas soon as I’m back up |
| All that lil' pussy shit, «They onto me,» whack as fuck (Fuck) |
| I just put thirty of ‘em things in back of a truck (Yup) |
| Shit be amazin' to y’all, don’t shit surprise me (Nope) |
| You ain’t pulled up to Church’s to serve a five-piece |
| I was done after nine, they was on a crime spree |
| With a toothpick in my mouth, smokin' over the receipt (Yup) |
| You can ask anybody, really did it in these streets |
| Callin' shotgun in that Lamb- like it got assigned seats, nigga |
| My confession is I’m ballin' on ‘em like it’s my possession |
| Never restin', only time I sit — I’m countin' at the Westin |
| They can’t fuck with me, my competition is my reflection |
| My confession is I got a bad Louis Vuitton obsession |
| My confession: I can’t help but to buy some shit that I like |
| Go to sleep, dream about diamonds, wake up and buy some ice |
| My confession: I had your bitch suckin' me all night |
| Went to sleep in D&G and then woke up in Off-White |
| My confession |
| BYLUG, nigga |
| Cashout Calhoun, Payroll Giovanni, Lil Blade, what up though? |
| G’s and ballers, nigga? |
| You know who this is — HB |