Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come Thru, artist - Ryan Oakes.
Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Come Thru |
I’ma need some more bottles |
My vision blurry I ain’t worried, wearing drunk goggles |
I ain’t taking any breaks, going full throttle |
I might fuck around and kill the whole bottle |
I need some more models in my phone, like, where you at? |
I been making moves dawg my crew (don't got time to chat) |
I been in my groove, coming soon (is a million racks) |
I’ma go and prove, I improved (now we on the map) |
Y’all got me confused, homie you (gon' get left in the back) |
Yeah, and that’s all I need |
I did it all on my own, now they all coming to me |
Because they see that I’ve grown |
Now they all trying to leech |
And turn my shit to their own |
Cause they know that they peaked, woo |
I don’t stress it just cause I don’t want to |
If you ain’t fucking with me then it’s fuck you (fuck you) |
I might fuck with everybody but you |
Hit your girl and tell her come through, cut you off |
I’m faded, all these women better come through, yeah |
Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah |
I don’t got no senses I can come to, yeah |
Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah |
I’m faded, all these women better come through, yeah |
Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah |
I don’t got no senses I can come to, yeah |
Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah |
Lately, I think that I’m drinking way too much |
Vodka, soda, Henny, and we put it in the punch |
With the six pack, homie never had to crunch |
It goes down like water when you chase it with Crush |
Bitch, I been back on my bullshit |
Taken shots, I’m going eight rounds with no bullets |
This world is only my parade ground |
Live to the fullest |
My bucket list is looking black, now you got a full list (aye, aye, aye) |
Hey, they can keep on talking while I’m laughing to the bank |
Ten shots back, everything is going blank |
I think I got a little more room for more up in the tank |
Somebody better come and pour the homie up a drink |
I’m faded, all these women better come through, yeah |
Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah |
I don’t got no senses I can come to, yeah |
Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah |
I’m faded, all these women better come through, yeah |
Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah |
I don’t got no senses I can come to, yeah |
Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah |