Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Word, artist - Ryan Cali. Date of issue: 08.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Word |
| Yeah |
| I like this |
| Old school baby |
| Yaw |
| Yaw |
| Ey |
| Word is born, I be back in the booth |
| On my old school shit, need a track or a loop |
| You ain’t gone do shit, go get back in your coupe |
| You a grown man bitch with a hat and a suit |
| Three, two, one, one time for the bassline |
| I don’t count sheeps, motherfucker I don’t waste time |
| 32 inches on point be my waste line |
| She don’t wanna meet but she always wanna Facetime |
| Long ass legs, tight body and her face fine |
| If I taste hers maybe she would wanna taste mine |
| Baby tell me what your safe line |
| We can have a play date, have a little play time |
| But she always wanna label it |
| Talk around the pie when we could be out there making it |
| Lets do it babygirl, tell me what’s holding you back |
| I take a hundred out the wallet and I fold it in half |
| Make a paper plane, throw it fuck the paper man |
| Still I’m out there chasing man, haters what I’m facing man |
| Made this shit my own, what you think champ |
| Ain’t stopping till they put me with NORE up on Drink Champs |
| Wanna go down as a legend |
| That’s why I’m always stressing, always tired under pressure |
| But I guess that’s what I chose, I don’t have to |
| I just need something for me, something to grab to |
| Coming with that fake, motherfucker I will slap you |
| Step right in front of my mike and I will blast you |
| Real quick, cooking that shit, serving that fast food |
| Real dish, licking your lips, don’t let it pass you |
| Smoke weed, put on the system, gotta relax to |
| Good music, lyrics of wisdom, brought a Six-Pack too |
| Sip that, sit on the couch, I make you kick back |
| Spit that, letting it out, he got the big gat, click clack |
| Gun on my back, yo where the sense at |
| This that, foot on the gas, put em in last |
| Cock back, let it go fast, they never last |
| Don’t believe the hype cause they don’t know what they doing |
| But I’m here with the knowledge and I’m finally recruiting |
| I go stupid with the new shit like I knew It and produced it |
| I be fluent with the music, lock me up and take the key |
| Cause after I’m done the’ll be nothing after me |
| See em coming after me but I don’t take em seriously |
| I got a lotta lyrics in me, I’m the realest you have seen |
| Yo check the style, I ain’t sounding like none of ya |
| Word to my mother ya, came to get butter ya |
| Ride for a brother dog, my loyalty first |
| Been through the same shit, stuck, knowing it hurts |
| Lotta disloyal suckers out hoping the worse |
| I’m a keep on coming, I be showing my thirst, word |