Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anyways, artist - Skeme. Date of issue: 04.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Anyways |
| Call me Duke |
| What’s hatnin'? |
| It’s big gangs and them bullets don’t scrab me |
| You get out of pocket I’ma pop till it’s jammin' |
| I’m quick a hollow knives bust back no standing |
| How you boy is broke, I don’t understand it |
| I’m getting brand cheese like a boring ass sandwich |
| I keep me a bitch who keep my dick as hard as granite |
| She blow me like a check on my beater, she need a bandage |
| A1 since day one I never been a sucker |
| King S-K, that’s a bad motherfucker |
| Baby said she heard I ball like it’s something at the Rucker |
| A pussy got mileage nigga I don’t even touch it |
| Know I check the car facts, I own more paper than a hard back |
| You ain’t call bout cash I don’t call back |
| I been getting to it for a minute, where was y’all at |
| Fall back! |
| Fuck them all, fuck them with the minute whack |
| I can touch a hunned long any day |
| You ain’t getting paid then you in the way |
| But nigga we gon' get the money anyway |
| Nigga we gon' get the money anyway |
| Nigga we gon' get the money anyway |
| I’m greedy need a couple mills on my dinner plate |
| Nigga we gon' get this money anyway |
| 4 chains on your homie make my neck hurt |
| Whitey pocket watch his Google and my net worth |
| Black ties fairly first how to set work |
| Contract killers lil nigga I’ma an expert |
| See I done jumped in the game talking double dutch |
| Money raised first place, never runner up |
| The strap tucked, I’ma buck on whoever runnin' up |
| Reason you ain’t got it how I got it you ain’t done enough |
| S.O.X. |
| Game who ain’t heard of us, we anybody murderers |
| Promise you won’t see it how we see it til you further up |
| I come through in a Rolls Royce, leave a hoe with no choice |
| But to hit the back and let me smash with the curtains up |
| Fuck the lil nosey ass niggas and bitches |
| Who always won’t be in my bindess |
| We burn these papers like answers |
| You know it’s no love if you don’t t talk digits, nigga |
| Fuck them all, fuck them with the minute whack |
| I can touch a hunned long any day |
| You ain’t getting paid then you in the way |
| But nigga we gon' get the money anyway |
| Nigga we gon' get the money anyway |
| Nigga we gon' get the money anyway |
| I’m greedy need a couple mills on my dinner plate |
| Nigga we gon' get this money anyway |
| No price we mobbing forever |
| We can run a check up or raber |
| Been a runner word and back these niggas ain’t special |
| Laugh at these niggas cause they ain’t on my level |
| My own head preach more money more problems |
| I look dog dead in his eyes told him none of that |
| Cause more money when you meet |
| Put them gunners on they feet |
| If your G’s getting G’s where the problem at |
| Young boy I got a lot of racks, lot of straps |
| If it’s an issue with you we gon' pull up out where you at |
| Hop out, draw out I paint the picture on the nigga |
| Smoke one these clowns like a swisher full of killer |
| Fuck them all, fuck them with the minute whack |
| I can touch a hunned long any day |
| You ain’t getting paid then you in the way |
| But nigga we gon' get the money anyway |
| Nigga we gon' get the money anyway |
| Nigga we gon' get the money anyway |
| I’m greedy need a couple mills on my dinner plate |
| Nigga we gon' get this money anyway |