Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aaliyah, artist - Seno
Date of issue: 04.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Aaliyah |
I started in my mind, I’m tryna find the peace and the quiet |
And I move like a beast in the wild, ain’t feast in a while |
Tryna get the peace of nigga |
Give me the money with my guala |
And I brought a .22 for your problem |
Nigga, holla if there’s anything wrong |
Pull up with the mexi like I’m fuckin' standin' guard |
And it ain’t none niggas say about me |
My nigga, we ain’t talkin', ooh |
Movin' through the town plottin', uh |
Fruity-tootie niggas watchin' |
Coolin', coolin' with my team now |
Boot it, boot it up a notch |
Boot it, boot it up a notch |
Coolin', coolin' with my team now |
Told her, «My nigga, no problem, don’t worry, don’t worry, I got it» |
Ayy, cool, cool and collect my paper, yeah |
Toodeloo, all these bitches are gettin' ghosted |
Who’da knew all these niggas was dick-riders? |
a move, hit the booth and I get roasted |
I need that guala on my daily |
I keep a dollar if you holla for the wave, woah, save me |
I’ve been chillin', gettin' fat |
Them other niggas gettin' wasted, my nigga, you just wasted |
Thought I thought it over, I think I’m overthinking |
I thought I started over, she had more to drink |
And you just bought a phone but she ain’t in no phonebook |
Like I be in my notebook, I don’t care (Swipe) |
Gon' let that base drop, no way the wave pop |
We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us |
They ain’t ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah |
Still gon' get this paper |
Yeah, gon' let the base drop, no way the wave pop |
We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us |
No, they don’t ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah |
Still gon' get this paper, yeah |
Yeah-yeah, go on, take a light to this puppy |
Seen with the scene lookin' like what you sippin' |
Lean with the Beam is what a nigga mixin' |
Itchin' like a fiend, what you grippin'? |
Brought the on the bus, little bud, where you trippin'? |
Will it be the new kid on the block |
With the new knot up in his sock, lock up on his flop |
Finna pop like Pac in the '90s |
Thinkin' what you thinkin', what you feelin' like |
Go on bring a Nike |
Everybody wanna act like it, lyrically you blinded |
Fuck it, what you talkin' bout |
Go and run your mouth all you want |
Put the fuckin' pussy in the swamp |
Back up in the booth with a dude, loose, chillin' in my boots |
Tell my nigga Dom, «Go on pass me the fuckin' Goose» |
Bottle slide up in the Boom-Boom room |
Doin' line of the booty off my new boo |
Boo-who knew what is is for? |
All this fuckin' gold on my body got me feelin' like Slick Rick back in '85 |
Funny how the stories you been tellin' me |
Don’t really jive with your lie |
Pussy niggas gonna put your pride aside |
And just admit, all you motherfuckers been a fan of mine |
Never been no kin of mine, never been no kin of mine |
What it is for, one more time put that line on the line |
What’re they holdin'? |
Yeah, your bitch in the Backhouse, bawling |
Eyes wide open, no, no |
Thought what you thought |
What you lost 'cause you thought that your head, what |
Oh, here we go now |
Gon' let that base drop, no way the wave pop |
We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us |
They ain’t ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah |
Still gon' get this paper |
Yeah, gon' let the base drop, no way the wave pop |
We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us |
No, they don’t ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah |
Still gon' get this paper, yeah |
Gon' let that base drop, no way the wave pop |
We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us |
Never faze us, still gon' get this paper |
Still won’t get this paper |
Dude! |
That was like, what the fuck, bro. |
Like, I ain’t even know that was like |
you, man. |
Like, it totally sounds like a real song |