Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shawty Independent , by - Pouya. Release date: 13.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shawty Independent |
| She think she need me, girl, you gon' make it |
| Drink got me leaning, trap got me faded |
| I can’t believe it, rap got me famous |
| Racks got me jaded, all of these stacks in my stash house |
| I made it, feel like the greatest |
| She think she need me, girl, you gon' make it |
| Drink got me leaning, trap got me faded |
| I can’t believe it, rap got me famous |
| Racks got me jaded, all of these these stacks in my stash house |
| I made it, came from the basement |
| Rubbing bodies, thotties, I love 'em |
| I’m digging in darkness, Slick Slothin' I’m slossing |
| Wrist look like I ball off, been causing problems |
| Molotov tossing, dirty drink got me noddin' |
| Ride with my bitch, that’s my side, don’t forget |
| Four finger ring, now I look like a pimp |
| Back to the pimp got me stay like a bitch |
| Cooling with some hoe from the valley, boy it’s lit |
| Bitches all thick and I’m loving it |
| Cuffing, never discussed cause I’m not into relationships |
| Fuck all the fake shit, they not painting shit |
| Hoe tell me I don’t like Vincent Van Gogh |
| Ran through the door with the world on my mind |
| Racks got me jaded, rap got me famous |
| Finessing tickets, tell my mama I made it |
| Stepped in the pavement |
| She think she need me, girl, you gon' make it |
| Drink got me leaning, trap got me faded |
| I can’t believe it, rap got me famous |
| Racks got me jaded, all of these stacks in my stash house |
| I made it, feel like the greatest |
| She think she need me, girl, you gon' make it |
| Drink got me leaning, trap got me faded |
| I can’t believe it, rap got me famous |
| Racks got me jaded, all of these stacks in my stash house |
| I made it, came from the basement |
| I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, baby I know that you don’t need me |
| Still, I can never see you without a G |
| Mama, I’m famous, still, I gotta ride with a stainless |
| Got a rack for every man that said I wouldn’t make it |
| From the basement to the pavement |
| From a broke me to a rich man |
| Caddy’s swerving and I’m driving in your pit, man |
| Swinging like Tarzan, on Xans, crazy, unstable, I’m losing it |
| Spent all my money on Vegas booty, bitches |
| Now I’m doing dishes just to come back up |
| Got my rap tats back up |
| Like Wesley, now my life fucked up |
| Fuck it, I’ma get drugged up |
| Pick up a gun and light the damn club up, yeah |
| She think she need me, girl, you gon' make it |
| Drink got me leaning, trap got me faded |
| I can’t believe it, rap got me famous |
| Racks got me jaded, all of these stacks in my stash house |
| I made it, feel like the greatest |
| She think she need me, girl, you gon' make it |
| Drink got me leaning, trap got me faded |
| I can’t believe it, rap got me famous |
| Racks got me jaded, all of these stacks in my stash house |
| I made it, came from the basement |