Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Platonic, artist - KharyDate of issue: 07.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Platonic |
| They don’t wanna see me win, back like 23, again |
| Hope you niggas had a field day, Summer’s coming, I’ma kill May |
| Murked June, I’ma murder July, where you been, you never heard of this guy? |
| Niggas flex 'bout what they purchasin', why? |
| Never been the type of person to |
| lie |
| Turning y’all into the trap, fuck a pair of slacks, a shirt, and a tie |
| Had to get this shit the harder way, me and Khary, Shaq and Penny Hardaway |
| Fuck around, and make the magic happen, smoke and mirrors, like Imagine Dragons |
| Tryna be active on radio, taking off, up and away we go |
| No advance, but some «Maybe-so"'s, need the pesos, like ándale |
| Vámonos, rápido, racks on racks on racks on racks on racks |
| To rap on tracks I’m tryna up the status quo', been on a whole 'nother wave |
| They know they can never surf with me, only those that got it out the dirt with |
| me |
| Rappers sayin' they the god, I’m guessin' I’m atheist, then |
| Dancin' with Satan again |
| They say I’m trippin', 'cause I’m choosin' makin' money over makin' a friend, |
| uh, that’s just the space that I’m in, yeah |
| I’d rather keep it a buck, fuck tryna' fake and pretend |
| Mario dungeon, hundred they runnin' |
| Shit you can’t stomach, think you might vomit |
| Shoutout my bad bitches, keep it platonic |
| I’d rather the money, I’d rather the money |
| Damn, where all my common sense go? |
| Fuck all your daps and pounds, feet on the ground, channel the Flintstones |
| Boy down to Earth, another verse could probably pay rent from |
| Get him a hearse, these niggas worse than the holes they take shits from, |
| lately can’t sleep |
| Aye, lately can’t sleep, I be up in the mornin', don’t got a job, |
| but it’s not unemployment |
| I know who I am, know I got the components to conquer the world, |
| while I scratch my cojones |
| Which makes the next line more important: I’m goin' nuts |
| Don’t give a fuck, name on a list, don’t need a plug, don’t need a plug, |
| only trust us |
| Only wake up, I’m eating good, they in the dust |
| With my dead skin cells, wishin' them well, damn, they lookin' sus |
| Even when I make a million, I might bet a billion, I promise to keep it a buck |
| I know, for me, there’s no ceiling, the sky is revealing, the stars, |
| I aligned with my bros |
| 'Bout to tour in Europe, homie, you’re up, the final countdown |
| Niggas think they Randy, but more Shad Moss- I mean, Bow Wow |
| I know female dogs, bad bitches that want to pow wow |
| But I’d rather the money, I’m like, «Now, now», yeah |
| Mario dungeon, hundred they runnin' |
| Shit you can’t stomach, think you might vomit |
| Shoutout my bad bitches, keep it platonic |
| I’d rather the money, I’d rather the money |