Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warning, artist - Trevor Jackson. Album song Rough Drafts, Pt. 2, in the genre Соул
Date of issue: 03.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Born Art, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Warning |
Look at my chain, look at my wrist |
Look at my gang, look at my clique |
We go insane, on asylum shit |
And we make a mess, on some childish shit |
And we’ll never change |
When we walk in the party, hold on to your shawty that’s a warning |
We gon' break all the hundreds and throw it |
Cause she love to dance |
If you not careful she might wake up with me in the morning |
That’s just a warning |
Cause we run the game |
If you don’t have no baby |
Girl I’m tryna have yo baby |
Know I’m too young for a kid |
But still I’m a have yo baby |
I’m on the way to your crib, I pulled up in overalls |
She take me straight to the head, I’m just like that Tylenol |
Before we go further can you put away yo camera |
Then later that night, I put that ass on camera |
317 with this shit, trappin' with the Chevy, I’m the man |
God did really have a plan |
That’s why I’m cooking these niggas like spam in the can |
Chain, look at my wrist |
Look at my gang, look at my clique |
We go insane, on asylum shit |
And we make a mess, on some childish shit |
And we’ll never change |
When we walk in the party, hold on to your shawty that’s a warning |
We gon' break all the hundreds and throw it |
Cause she love to dance |
If you not careful she might wake up with me in the morning |
That’s just a warning |
Cause we run the game |
You was worth 300 cents |
I am worth 300 M’s |
All you women just wanna get in |
All you niggas just wanna be friends |
No thanks, don’t need ya, I’m in a two seater |
With a bad Boniqua, she’s on bended knee |
She might just turn this boy into a man |
But I’m like Peter Pan, I’ll never grow up |
These old niggas Captain Hook tryna keep me down |
It’s not my fault the game chewed you up and then spit you out |
Calm down |
And just look at my |
Chain, look at my wrist |
Look at my gang, look at my clique |
We go insane, on asylum shit |
And we make a mess, on some childish shit |
And we’ll never change |
When we walk in the party, hold on to your shawty that’s a warning |
We gon' break all the hundreds and throw it |
Cause she love to dance |
If you not careful she might wake up with me in the morning |
That’s just a warning |
Cause we run the game |