Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unemployed, artist - Tierra Whack. Date of issue: 18.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Unemployed |
| I must be a criminal (Yo) |
| Keep your talkin' minimal (Yo) |
| 'Cause most of it's subliminal (Yo) |
| And it'll put you in a critical (Yo, yo) |
| Used to be invisible (Yo) |
| They would refer to me as mythical (Yo) |
| Sipping on Mastika, yeah, I sip it slow (Yo) |
| Not on my level, not on your tippy-toes (Yo) |
| Walk in the bank and I yell, gimme those (Yo) |
| Hot as a stove, yeah, I'm wearing Fendi clothes (Yo) |
| I'm want my spot, yeah, look at Wendy nose (Yo) |
| My niggas eating, they getting minerals (Yo) |
| If you throw shots, then you know my men'll roll (Yo) |
| Up on your block, now you looking pitiful (Yo) |
| Tinted the windows, I need a minute, yo (Yo) |
| I'll leave your missus all mad and miserable (Go) |
| You picked the wrong time to pick a fight |
| Your bitch a dyke, she think she Ike |
| You sippin' on a drink that's spiked |
| Enough for you to say goodnight |
| For the rest of your life |
| I know your sons won't miss you |
| I did a favor for them niggas |
| Took a loss to a winner |
| Rick Ross, you been dinner |
| You ain't fly, I make your wings stop |
| I'm real as fuck and your ring's not |
| Fresh as hell like a king's socks |
| Your real car is a slingshot |
| Don't need a gun, I use a slingshot |
| If I was a beverage |
| You would have to drink hot |
| Got a job I gotta do (Yo) |
| I get down and dirty, too (Yo) |
| What it is? |
| What it do? |
| (Yo) |
| Same shit, nothin' new (Yo, yo) |
| Got a job I gotta do (Yo) |
| I get down and dirty, too (Yo) |
| What it is? |
| What it do? |
| (Yo) |
| Same shit, nothin' new (Yo) |
| Got a job I gotta do (Yo) |
| I get down and dirty, too (Yo) |
| What it is? |
| What it do? |
| (Yo) |
| Same shit, nothin' new (Yo) |
| Got a job I gotta do (Yo) |
| I get down and dirty, too (Yo) |
| What it is? |
| What it do? |
| (Yo) |
| Same shit, nothin' new (Go) |
| Having flashbacks, where yo' past at? |
| Where the cash at? |
| Ayo, pass that |
| I will stab backs just for bags, racks |
| Front on me and I'll punch yo' ass flat |
| Are you okay? |
| Please don't ask that |
| I don't act black, got a fat cat |
| You a rat-rat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat-a-tat-tat |
| Tattoos, but you can't see 'em |
| Ice cold, yeah, I'm going skiing |
| I get around at the Colosseum |
| Used to roam around with no pot to pee in |
| I was pissed off |
| Get away with murder like Christophe |
| You get criss-crossed in the big loft |
| I'm a big boss |
| So much sauce, I drip broth |
| The wait is over, I'm takin' over (Yo) |
| You're overweight, you ate a soda (Yo) |
| I'm super sober, you doing coke (Yo) |
| Coca-Cola (Yo, yo) |
| Ahead of you, like a closure (Yo) |
| When Troy died, I had to find some closure (Yo) |
| Don't push me, bitch, I am not a stroller (Yo) |
| Pop off on a nigga like bread in toaster (Yo) |
| Double D-cup, you should use a coaster (Yo) |
| I'm on the post |
| I need the deal like kosher (Yo) |
| So I shop it over, blue faces (Yo) |
| And I call 'em Grovers (Yo) |
| Butter pecan Rover, I'm that odor (Yo) |
| Wanna be like me when I get older (Yo) |
| Talked to God, then he came over (Yo) |
| Talked to God, then he came over (Yo) |
| Got a job I gotta do (Yo) |
| I get down and dirty, too (Yo) |
| What it is? |
| What it do? |
| (Yo) |
| Same shit, nothin' new (Yo, yo) |
| Got a job I gotta do (Yo) |
| I get down and dirty, too (Yo) |
| What it is? |
| What it do? |
| (Yo) |
| Same shit, nothin' new (Yo) |
| Got a job I gotta do (Yo) |
| I get down and dirty, too (Yo) |
| What it is? |
| What it do? |
| (Yo) |
| Same shit, nothin' new (Yo) |
| Got a job I gotta do (Yo) |
| I get down and dirty, too (Yo) |
| What it is? |
| What it do? |
| (Yo) |
| Same shit, nothin' new (Go) |