Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Rest, artist - Lil Skies.
Date of issue: 12.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Rest |
I’ve been up five days, I can’t get no rest |
Menoh |
I’ve been up five days, I can’t get no, rest (I can’t get no rest, |
I can’t get no rest) |
Ayy, ayy |
I’ve been up five days, I can’t get no rest |
Stay inside my house, dodgin' questions from the press |
She gon' fall in love, my nigga, what did you expect? |
Everybody love you when they know that you got next |
Got my gang with me, we on that fuck shit |
She didn’t like me then, now she wanna suck it |
I don’t got no time, get my cash in abundance |
Book me for a show, I hit your stage and get it jumpin' |
Bitch, I got on Balenciaga |
He said he ridin', I don’t know him, that boy not my partner |
My bitch a queen, she took a pic, look like the new Madonna |
Hopped out the foreign, cracked his head, that boy look like piñata |
Go crazy for them dollars, ayy, ayy |
I don’t got no time for these lames in my face |
I’ma take the trophy and go put it in a case |
You were talkin' down, but you just look like a disgrace |
I’ma grab the choppa, get the bullets out the vase |
'Fore them niggas talkin', they don’t want no smoke |
When I used to come around, they’d play me for a joke |
Now she wanna suck and put my Johnny in her throat |
I go barely in and shawty callin' me the G.O.A.T |
I’m the big man, I count big bands |
You sinkin', quicksand, she on a handstand |
I got my brothers with me, try me, you actin' silly |
Love me, but wanna kill me |
And know they all gonna feel me, ah |
I’ve been up five days, I can’t get no rest |
Stay inside my house, dodgin' questions from the press |
She gon' fall in love, my nigga, what did you expect? |
Everybody love you when they know that you got next |
Got my gang with me, we on that fuck shit |
She didn’t like me then, now she wanna suck it |
I don’t got no time, get my cash in abundance |
Book me for a show, I hit your stage and get it jumpin' |
Bitch, I got on Balenciaga |
He said he ridin', I don’t know him, that boy not my partner |
My bitch a queen, she took a pic, look like the new Madonna |
Hopped out the foreign, cracked his head, that boy look like piñata |
Go crazy for them dollars, ah |