Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Balance, artist - Icewear VezzoDate of issue: 19.02.2019
Song language: English
Balance |
| Swerve, swerve |
| When you say, «I miss you» |
| I don’t believe that bitch 'cause I got trust issues (Drank God) |
| Goddamnit, Dupri |
| Goddamn |
| Yeah, we still balanced, yeah (Whoa) |
| Lot of niggas fallin' off, we still balanced |
| Let it hit, yeah, I bet they feel that shit (Feel it) |
| I talk my shit but bet that I back it (Back, back) |
| And I can’t trust a fuckin' thing you tellin' me (No way) |
| I done been through everything except a wedding ring (Yeah yeah) |
| Had to block my old bitch, yeah, she dead to me (Dead to me) |
| Bein' on is my motherfuckin' destiny (Yeah, Drank God) |
| Burner on my waist, yeah, this bitch oven, yeah |
| Shawty seen my wrist, bet this bitch fuckin' (Yeah) |
| I been turnin' up for like six summers (What?) |
| Type of nigga shoot the club up 'it I hit somethin', uh |
| These niggas virgins, they ain’t hittin' nothin' (They ain’t hittin' nothin') |
| I just got a squirter with a big onion (Big onion) |
| Spend another birdie, now my wrist flooded (Dancer) |
| RIP my nigga Loki, that’s my big cousin, uh |
| Should’ve put your jeweler in a casket (In a casket) |
| I just bought another Cuban, I’m a savage, uh (I'm a savage) |
| Bitch, I’m a boss, I ain’t average (Nah) |
| A lot of niggas fallin' off, we still balanced, nigga |
| Yeah, we still balanced, yeah (Whoa) |
| Lot of niggas fallin' off, we still balanced |
| Let it hit, yeah, I bet they feel that shit (Feel it) |
| I talk my shit but bet that I back it (Back, back) |
| And I can’t trust a fuckin' thing you tellin' me (No way) |
| I done been through everything except a wedding ring (Yeah yeah) |
| Had to block my old bitch, yeah, she dead to me (Dead to me) |
| Bein' on is my motherfuckin' destiny (Yeah) |
| I can’t trust a fuckin' thing you tellin' me (No way) |
| I done been through everything except a wedding ring (Yeah yeah) |
| Almost everybody in this bitch got felonies (Goddamn) |
| I just thank my God that all these blessings fell on me (Right on me) |
| Man, fuck a father figure, I want eight figures (Eight) |
| Why you hatin', bitter? |
| (Hatin') |
| I’m the type to lay the plate down and be great with you (Great) |
| I ain’t stingy for real |
| I split up the mils like they all done said the grace with us, look (Thank you |
| Dear Heavenly Father, let’s all eat) |
| It feel good to be home, it feel good to be back on |
| All my business is black-owned, Sean Don Carti Corleone |
| I done been through all that drama that you put inside your songs |
| Look, I took the setback, step back, then step back up, now we on, whoa |
| We still balanced, yeah (Whoa) |
| Lot of niggas fallin' off, we still balanced |
| Let it hit, yeah, I bet they feel that shit (Feel it) |
| I talk my shit but bet that I back it (Back, back) |
| And I can’t trust a fuckin' thing you tellin' me (No way) |
| I done been through everything except a wedding ring (Yeah yeah) |
| Had to block my old bitch, yeah, she dead to me (Dead to me) |
| Bein' on is my motherfuckin' destiny (Yeah) |
| If he ain’t with the team, he get picked off |
| Drank God, finna change my name to Big Sauce, ayy |
| Niggas lookin' sick that I’m gettin' off |
| Got the brain just to see what the bitch thought |
| Made it off the 6 and I did this shit historically (Yeah) |
| The OG’s passed the torch to me |
| Yeah, alley-oop off the board to me (Whoa) |
| And I still support the crib |
| Even the ones that’s not supporting me (Still) |
| Turned up, no distorting me |
| Ain’t wanna go off but they forcing me, Drank God |
| Ayy, right on, I got that pipe on |
| I put that ice on, so bright, holmes, look like the lights on |
| I took your wife home, she bite down, just like she Tyson |
| Them icy whites on, them white horns lookin' like white foams, nigga |
| Drank God |
| Uh |
| Yeah |
| What? |