Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WATTBA, artist - UnoTheActivist. Album song 8, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
WATTBA |
And I know you talk about me but I won’t speak about you |
And I might open up my eyes so I can see about you |
And I if I open up my mind, I still won’t think about you |
Oh, what a wonderful time to be alive |
What a time, what a time, what a time |
What a time, what a time, what a time |
I was thinking about them days, beautiful times |
I got niggas down the road doin' hard time |
Now all they ever think about is them hard times |
It’s been a minute, he forgot like he got Alzheimer’s |
Yeah, I ain’t forgot you got caught up with a Glock and a 9 |
And they’ll probably turn folks to droppin' the dime |
Told the folks we got the birds in the boat and they flyin' |
Boys shot him in his throat, blood on the floor, it’s lyin' |
They told the fool he doin' hard crimes |
If the starship start them stars align |
Snuck up on him with the Carbine |
I leave that boy blue like carbon |
How you want beef and your ribs so starvin'? |
He ain’t never throw 'em in the room like Marvin |
Wet that boy up, put his body in the ocean |
And I know you talk about me but I won’t speak about you |
And I might open up my eyes so I can see about you |
And I if I open up my mind, I still won’t think about you |
Oh, what a wonderful time to be alive |
What a time, what a time, what a time |
What a time, what a time, what a time |
If I put your lips up on your forehead, you still wouldn’t speak your mind |
I took some cups and filled 'em with Moët, you like drinking wine |
Told my new ho to take all my clothes to the cleaner 'cause I don’t use irons |
She gonna get on her knees with Yung Shyne like he is her shrine |
She had to get in the motion |
She on my skin like lotion |
She said, «Your dick, I be worshipping» (Nope) |
Baby, come here and get closer |
You know love scars are permanent (Yeah) |
I can’t be the one for your closure |
You know that these bullets like boulders |
And, lil' nigga, you know that it’s over |
Sayin' over like it’s red rover |
I don’t wanna control it, remote her |
I pull up to your trap with the cake in it |
Don’t you play, I pull in with the stick in it |
Pop a nigga, you better move quick with it |
Pop a nigga like a zit, man |
My niggas all loving hit licks, man |
Y’all niggas, they suckers, they licks, man |
They bitches all love it, we tripping, we fucking |
You know this ain’t love and you still pissed off |
Your bitches pay me and you livin' with 'em |
I don’t even know how you feelin', nigga |
All I know is I be peelin' niggas |
I am not one to be sentimental |
But with your bitch, I ain’t missin' mental |
And I know you talk about me but I won’t speak about you |
And I might open up my eyes so I can see about you |
And I if I open up my mind, I still won’t think about you |
Oh, what a wonderful time to be alive |
What a time, what a time, what a time |
What a time, what a time, what a time |
I was thinking about them days, beautiful times |
I got niggas down the road doin' hard time |
And all they ever think about is them hard times |
All they ever think about is them hard times |