Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Kamaiyah. Album song Got It Made, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, GRND.WRK
Song language: English
Intro |
| What’s brackin'? |
| Bitch, not a thang |
| And I got gas for sale, it’s that pure octane |
| A broke bitch sniffin' cocaine |
| Uh, the main bitch that’ll speak on my name |
| Since I came in, I been blangin', it’s still same shit |
| Just now I got three chains swangin' |
| Y’all treat me like I’m famous |
| I don’t say shit, I just keep a pistol with like eight clips |
| Fuck a A-List, I’m tryna make a playlist |
| Get a home that’s spacious and never make a payment |
| And I can give a fuck about my ex |
| Back then I wasn’t shit, and guess what? |
| I still ain’t shit, bitch |
| And I’m still staying dangerous |
| Maintaining, mackin' and hangin' |
| High Street, four-five what I’m bangin' |
| This didn’t happen over night, that’s why I’m gracious |
| Ooh, I’ma Maxwell kid, nigga |
| Shopping at Maxfields, nigga, uh |
| Was in the alleyway with it |
| Outside doing digits and I clapped at bitch niggas |
| Yeah, my diamonds big dancing |
| They throw shade my way but it’s cap shit |
| Everything that say is all past tense |
| I lived past it, yeah, bitch, be more elaborate |
| No you ain’t active, uh-uh |
| You just pop off the lips and that’ll get yo ass smacked quick, uh |
| I’m relaxin', uh, big maxin', uh |
| And I talk my shit 'cause I can back it, uh |
| That’s facts, bitch, understand, bitch |
| That it, ain’t another bitch that can match it |
| Hell yeah I’m ecstatic |
| I made my way from pallets on a floor to a mansion |
| Bitch, you on always on sad shit |
| You doing bad bitch? |
| I’m courtside, Warriors-Mavericks |
| I drop the top when I need more expansion |
| On a vacation on a island to the Hamptons |
| And I be chillin', I be kickin' shit |
| Me and my old friends hashin' out our differences |
| My nigga on some real nigga shit |
| I still drink champagne with my chicken strips, ooh |
| I’m a self-made nigga |
| I did everything that I done campaigned, nigga |
| Shine so bright that you just can’t shade, nigga |
| I’m Teflon Don that you just can’t hate, nigga |
| Ooh, but I still wish a bitch would, ho |
| You getting pressed and getting pushed on |
| I’m at the crib getting good dome |
| While my main callin' me, I’m like «Fuck, shit, which phone?» |
| To go against me you’d need a wishbone |
| But your wish won’t get granted, bitch, shit, no |
| I ain’t the type you could shit on |
| 'Cause if you try that shit, you know which way this shit could go |
| Ooh |