Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anyway, artist - SpodeeDate of issue: 11.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Anyway |
| Anyway, anyway, anyway |
| Anyway, anyway, bandit! |
| Huh, I don’t love none of these broads |
| Nah, don’t hit my line lil nigga, fronted all of them calls |
| Bitch I don’t give a fuck what you wearing, man, you bout to take all of that |
| off |
| Nah, bitch, you ain’t done suckin' this dick, man, I gotta get all of these hard |
| Nigga still countin' this cash, fuck is you sayin'? |
| Fuck is you sayin'? |
| MCM in my bag full of them bands, full of them bands |
| Huh, Margiela steppin', can handle a lil pressure |
| Balmain jeans, gotta do a little extra, nigga I ain’t stressin', huh |
| Sellin' hella drugs, thinkin' bout runnin' my spot |
| Lil nigga gon' get ya ass plugged, huh, anyway (anyway), anyway |
| Anyway, anyway, been catchin' plays, had to pick and play |
| Hahahah, ya dig?! |
| Yeah, a nine for a nine and a toot for a toot |
| Money is the root of all evil, are you |
| Born to win but built to lose |
| Let these muhfuckas know I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway |
| Washin' down my sins wit' my fuckin' Hennessy |
| I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway |
| Always gotta ride on my fuckin' enemy |
| I’m gonna get it anyway |
| Uh, fuck the enemies on mine |
| Got ya ho wit' me ridin' party, next door, she a party to a crime |
| MAC-11, not a nine, you will not be doing fine |
| Cut off his eyelids to send a message to the muthafuckas that’s blind |
| Every summer, I’mma shine, Ferragamo wit' the sign |
| California for the gas, Arizona for the pine |
| Mamacita wit' the eyes, margarita wit' the lime |
| I know they say that beauty skin deep but I just wanna get inside |
| I remember pimp didn’t have a pot to piss in |
| Now my opposition just a box of fishes |
| Now they coppin' tickets just to watch and listen |
| Now my awesome vision to the boss and bitches |
| Gotta watch for snitches, it’s a cold game |
| Fuck a piece, I want the whole thing |
| Got my nigga wit' me on the private jet |
| Call that mothafucka Soul Plane |
| Yeah, a nine for a nine and a toot for a toot |
| Money is the root of all evil, are you |
| Born to win but built to lose |
| Let these muhfuckas know I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway |
| Washin' down my sins wit' my fuckin' Hennessy |
| I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway |
| Always gotta ride on my fuckin' enemy |
| I’m gonna get it anyway |
| Anyway, let these niggas know I’m a fuckin' renegade |
| If you take a shot, boy, you gon' fade away |
| Yeah, my head hot and I don’t want no lemonade |
| Catch you on the block--brrr!--wit' that pepper spray |
| And my bomb detonate, pussy nigga, you ain’t safe |
| Catch a body, not a case, me and Spodee in the race |
| While ya ho give me the face, blowin' best by the 8 |
| Yeah, a nine for a nine and a toot for a toot |
| Money is the root of all evil, are you |
| Born to win but built to lose |
| Let these muhfuckas know I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway |
| Washin' down my sins wit' my fuckin' Hennessy |
| I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway |
| Always gotta ride on my fuckin' enemy |
| I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway |
| I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway |
| Always gotta ride on my fuckin' enemy |