Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Ain't Good, artist - Vado. Date of issue: 17.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Ain't Good |
| The chain glisten, paint drippin but you ain’t good |
| Nuts bustin out your socksbut you ain’t good |
| Ballin like a motherfucker but you ain’t good |
| Cause them niggas want they money back |
| You getting money, shit funny, cause that ain’t you |
| On the block like you hungry, but that ain’t you |
| Keep the Glock by the tummy boy that ain’t you |
| You need to stop, you start runnin when we came through |
| Ride dippin, paint drippin, nigga switching lanes |
| Whole lot of bank on him |
| Talking all that jaz and them youngings at your ass |
| Shells from the chopper with your name on it |
| Put your money on the wood, bet your last brick |
| Hot like wind, you got burnt by your last bitch |
| James Bond beemer’s cruising through the city slums |
| Get your money youngin nigga, that’s the rule of thug |
| Coke boy, streets certified |
| I’m the driver at the wheel, I control the ride |
| Put the work on the strip, I control they high |
| Rollin with a dirty strap in a stolen ride |
| This that go and catch a lick and break your niggas off |
| This that pull up on the strip and break them niggas off |
| Chinx drugs, fuck with me now |
| I think it’s time I holler at them niggas really loud |
| Aha, I feel like I’m boxed in, blocked in |
| Got me on the corner like boxin |
| Who hot then? |
| I don’t even care about your top 10 |
| I’m locked in, boots tellin y’all how to block bin |
| It’s poppin, booth, 3 quarter minks for water links |
| Thought of chinx said come through like what you wanna drink |
| Winter time, we on the corner with sodom heat |
| Call your freaks at the staircase we play the hallway deep |
| Sun stacking, nun slackin |
| Rather go hard than home he done nappin |
| Pull up with your broad and pose like what’s happenin |
| We could get it in boatloads, my sign captain |
| Call the gang up, my gang up |
| Hublots on every wrist we big banged up |
| Polo edition the signatures and the face butt |
| Straight cuts, brighten the bezel so get your hate up |
| Up top nigga that be down bottom |
| Never did nothing nobody but them boys shot him |
| Swerve up town, gonna check my nigga vado |
| With your main bitch with me sippin out the bottle |
| 2 bad models walkin out Ricardo’s |
| Fatigue pants rock, army stand socks |
| Learned a lot from old heads like my man pops |
| Then played the field with big dogs, sand locks |