Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ordinary , by - T.Y.. Release date: 14.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ordinary |
| Now all I want is paper, fuck the fame |
| The way these rappers act Imma bust one of they brain |
| I’m a hustle machine, I could make money out anything |
| And if you like me, then let me hear you repeat |
| We ain’t on that ordinary shit |
| No we ain’t on that ordinary shit |
| Its Jet Life til' the world end, nigga |
| And Jet Life make the world spin, nigga |
| One things for sure when them hoes see that ice |
| It ain’t no question 'bout it they fuckin' on sight |
| I’m a paid nigga baby, watch how you talk |
| I don’t give a fuck how good you look I’ll make you walk, for real |
| Niggas slowed down on selling that coke |
| 'Cause the laws ain’t playing with they ass no mo' |
| You gotta have street smarts if you wanna be a young baller |
| Shop open I’m taking orders |
| I’m the Backwoods smokin' nigga |
| Sometimes promethazine sipper |
| Low key fell in love with strippers |
| Highly doubt you could fuck with me |
| What’s on my left wrist cost 50 |
| Penthouse so high make me dizzy |
| A all time favorite in my city |
| Gotta stay alert 'cause shit get crazy in my city |
| Stick and move, it’s what I do |
| When I get full of that Hennessy I act a fool |
| Let you bitch slip up really think she won’t |
| Imma get that head out her and bring her back home |
| Nigga wrist full of stones, my Air Force 1s say VLONE |
| The unordinary shit I be on |
| Now all I want is paper, fuck the fame |
| The way these rappers act Imma bust one of they brain |
| I’m a hustle machine, I could make money out anything |
| And if you like me, then let me hear you repeat |
| We ain’t on that ordinary shit |
| No we ain’t on that ordinary shit |
| Its Jet Life til' the world end, nigga |
| And Jet Life make the world spin, nigga |
| I got the game on lock now, my name steady gettin' hot now |
| Me Calvin and jewelry some thots ma |
| Ran through all them hoes, that’s the reason why these niggas so drove |
| Yo' face show it and you can’t control it |
| Man thats fucked up |
| My daddy time gettin' short now niggas wan' rep |
| Where the fuck y’all was the first 4 years he left? |
| Huh, I’m just sayin' |
| Guess I just had to wait for Spitta plane to land |
| It’s own now, T.Y. |
| pull up on chrome now |
| I don’t need a nigga to feed me, 'cause Imma eat |
| Imma young go getter, finger on the trigger |
| Nothing like these average ass ordinary niggas |
| Now all I want is paper, fuck the fame |
| The way these rappers act Imma bust one of they brain |
| I’m a hustle machine, I could make money out anything |
| And if you like me, then let me hear you repeat |
| We ain’t on that ordinary shit |
| No we ain’t on that ordinary shit |
| Its Jet Life til' the world end, nigga |
| And Jet Life make the world spin, belee dat |