Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TREESHA, artist - Justin Rarri. Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Song language: English
TREESHA |
| I just want run it up, give all this money to my momma |
| And take care of my bloods, my loyalty ain’t ever stoppin' |
| She left me to just to burn, I should’ve know you was rockin' |
| But it don’t even hurt, it only turn me to a monster |
| Tell a nigga woke up, bitch I’m really in Miami |
| Witcho baby momma all in my DMS |
| Wakin' up she suck me up right in my jammies |
| Swear to god man these rubbers they come in handy |
| Tell her eat it like a reesah |
| I ain’t tryna have no baby wit a Treesha aye |
| Bought some new Mike Amiri no fuckin G-Star |
| Wanna fuck with a nigga cuz she know we stars |
| 20 bands wit my brothers throwing B signs |
| If my shawty callin up then nigga Imma decline |
| Run me up some chicken, want dat Lambo, fuck a Nissan |
| See da Gucci on my body, that’s a G sign |
| Fuck 'em all, run it up what you think |
| See on Instagram I’m poppin' like a bitch yeah |
| But in real life I struggled just to get |
| Everyday worried bout my mama and the crib |
| And I tell a nigga, fuck 'em all, I don’t want no lil' bitch, I want the bands |
| hoe |
| She thought I wasn’t gon' be nothing, look where I am, hoe |
| I got big guap pay for a nigga get his head off |
| Bread oh I love it I pick up dead presidentials |
| Presidential aye |
| Fuck a damn hoe aye |
| I’m just worried about my commas and the bands oh aye |
| VVS oh aye |
| Watch 'em dance oh aye |
| Telling me pick up my pants, got too much bands oh aye |
| Bloodshot |
| Nigga run up on me, get his hood shot |
| Hoodblock |
| Nigga talkin' crazy, get his hood shot |
| Guwap I got too much bread she want the guwap |
| Ouwap nigga just be careful for the ouwap |
| This a new watch aye |
| This a new drive aye |
| Give a fuck about no opp he get a few shots aye |
| Bitch don, t worry bout me nigga what do you got aye |
| I could pull up big body or a new i8 |
| I just want run it up, give all this money to my momma |
| And take care of my bloods, my loyalty ain’t ever stoppin' |
| She left me to just to burn, I should’ve know you was rockin' |
| But it don’t even hurt, it only turn me to a monster |
| Tell a nigga woke up, bitch I’m really in Miami |
| Witcho baby momma all in my DMS |
| Wakin' up she suck me up right in my jammies |
| Swear to god man these rubbers they come in handy |
| Tell her eat it like a reesah |
| I ain’t tryna have no baby wit a Treesha aye |
| Bought some new Mike Amiri no fuckin G-Star |
| Wanna fuck with a nigga cuz she know we stars |
| 20 bands wit my brothers throwing B signs |
| If my shawty callin up then nigga Imma decline |
| Run me up some chicken, want dat Lambo, fuck a Nissan |
| See da Gucci on my body, that’s a G sign |
| Fuck 'em all, run it up what you think |
| See on Instagram I’m poppin' like a bitch yeah |
| But in real life I struggled just to get |
| Everyday worried bout my mama and the crib |
| And I tell a nigga, fuck 'em all, I don’t want no lil' bitch, I want the bands |
| hoe |
| She thought I wasn’t gon' be nothing, look where I am, hoe |
| I got big guap pay for a nigga get his head off |
| Bread oh I love it I pick up dead presidentials |
| Presidential aye |
| I just want run it up, give all this money to my momma |
| And take care of my bloods, my loyalty ain’t ever stoppin' |
| She left me to just to burn, I should’ve know you was rockin' |
| But it don’t even hurt, it only turn me to a monster |
| Tell a nigga woke up, bitch I’m really in Miami |
| Witcho baby momma all in my DMS |
| Wakin' up she suck me up right in my jammies |
| Swear to god man these rubbers they come in handy |