Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scarred , by - JayDaYoungan. Release date: 20.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scarred |
| I’m on some gangsta shit, so I don’t talk on cellphones |
| Told her to leave me alone, tell me, would I be dead wrong |
| I gave you everything, how could you do me wrong |
| It’s just much that be going on, this shit done got my head gone |
| But I’m at the top right now, I feel just like the President |
| These niggas on some tellin' shit, my niggas on some steppin' shit |
| Been at the airport so much, feel like my new residence |
| Drop a big bag, leave no evidence, he talk and we gon handle it |
| And I can’t lie, I’m scarred, behind you I’m going hard |
| This for all my niggas locked behind them bars |
| This for all my niggas locked behind them bars |
| Ain’t no way we going back broke (No more) |
| Promethazine got me living my life up in slo-mo |
| Been running it up so I don’t give a fuck, been living life like YOLO |
| They mad at me, I’m in love with streets, got this in a chokehold |
| Bought me a brand new two door, I do not fuck with the four door |
| These niggas be hoes, that’s why I’d just rather ride solo |
| When I step on the scene, money all in my jeans, everybody asking for photos |
| Why you kissing that bitch, she can suck my dick, I ain’t even much know that |
| was your hoe |
| These bitches would do anything for fame, I’ll make them fuck me for promo |
| What the fuck you got them clothes for, told that bitch touch your toes, hoe |
| Time is money so I gotta run it up |
| No feelings no more, I’m out of luck |
| I’m on some gangsta shit, so I don’t talk on cellphones |
| Told her to leave me alone, tell me, would I be dead wrong |
| I gave you everything, how could you do me wrong |
| It’s just much that be going on, this shit done got my head gone |
| But I’m at the top right now, I feel just like the President |
| These niggas on some tellin' shit, my niggas on some steppin' shit |
| Been at the airport so much, feel like my new residence |
| Drop a big bag, leave no evidence, he talk and we gon handle it |
| And I can’t lie, I’m scarred, behind you I’m going hard |
| This for all my niggas locked behind them bars |
| This for all my niggas locked behind them bars |