Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song THEY DON'T GET IT, artist - PORCHY. Album song THE FALL, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Porchy
Song language: English
THEY DON'T GET IT |
Yea |
They don’t get it |
I put my life on my legacy |
Ice on my neck, no ice on my Hennessy |
Balenciagas on my feet — ain’t cheap |
That why I get the bag, before I sleep, no chat |
No snakes in my camp, can’t chill with them |
Can’t take man for fool again |
I spend it all, but its come right back |
My cash like a Boomerang |
Now peng tings, wanna cook me paela (yea) |
When I’m chilling in Venezuela (yea) |
I know, wicked I flow |
True soldier no G.I. |
Joe (pew-pew-pew) |
Never home, when I’m flipping the stack I go ghost |
Jet set, there’s no tickets for flights, I won’t hold |
I ain’t never seen 'em put a pawn into play |
Still, they wanna «check me» for the corn and fame, nah |
I ain’t never been about that life |
I did it, I did it, I’m alright |
I put it, put it, put it on my life |
Real haters you get boom, bye-bye |
High when I write these rhymes |
They wanna say «Hi», they don’t really know me |
Now they want to copy my style |
I see them try but make it sound weak |
Why they wasting my time so? |
They don’t want me to take control |
All my life I’ve made my dough, I made my dough |
I’ll make some more, so why they wasting my time? |
They don’t get it (yeah) |
Call me Bruce, I be bringing that Armageddon (uh) |
That be a promise like call this a fucking wedding (yeah) |
Know where I been do, I know where I’m fucking heading (ah) |
They will never have me sweating (no) |
Jump on a plane, I sustain that I will be vetting |
I keep it rachid, I catch it, I bring the net in |
I be the shit and that’s what these bitches are smelling (woo) |
Bring the cold bring the flow in |
Mic check one, two, bring the show in |
Keep my shit chill, bring the snow in |
Keep fly so fly — Boeing (ha) |
I just wanna cut checks |
And be a rich girl like Gwen |
Mastering the paper and the pen |
I keep my shit hot — cayennem, yeah |
High when I write these rhymes |
They wanna say «Hi», they don’t really know me (know me) |
Now they want to copy my style (woo) |
I see them try but make it sound weak |
Why they wasting my time so? |
They don’t want me to take control |
All my life I’ve made my dough |
I made my dough, I’ll make some more |
So why they wasting my time? |
Why they wasting my time so? |
So why they wasting my time? |
Why they wasting my time so? |