Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For What, artist - WARHOL.SS. Album song Chest Pains, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Warhol.ss
Song language: English
For What |
| B.B. Simon belt blingin' |
| Keep the .9 tucked in this Givenchy |
| Damn you talk too much, I want you to top me |
| Baby don’t be shy I want it sloppy |
| Picture perfect nigga, I got drip on me now |
| Hunnid round choppa shootin', buss him in his eye |
| Keep the fire nigga, don’t you test it 'cause it’s tucked |
| Wesson make him buckle, I could give a fuck |
| Fuck his ho for what |
| Keep this pole for what |
| Hit the store for what |
| Hoppin' out this truck |
| Niggas want woods, finna roll up |
| Choppa on the passenger, I might jus' cut the stove up |
| Choppa rob a nigga, we gon' stop him like a hold up |
| I’m in traffic ridin' 'round wit' Peso we be poured up |
| Deuce or better in this Fanta, nigga don’t you bother me |
| Rollin' this gelato, you know we gon' need all the tree |
| Big chain on my neck bling (Bling bling bling) |
| Rich gang getcha bitch weak |
| I dropped 8 lines and lost faith (Lost faith) |
| Real trap nigga my racks never shrink |
| Check my insta I got drip on me now (Drip now) |
| I’m in the pot, Saint Laurent, neck down |
| Givenchy on that ho I bet I pipe her down (Bet I hit) |
| I lift my wrist up on two cups right now |
| I hit my DMs, yo bitch in it now |
| It’s 12 PM, on two of 'em now |
| Fuck the Motorsport I have to toast up wit' my niggas |
| It’s fear God but I know God gon' forgive a killer |
| I bussdown Rollie’s and count up for my potential |
| It’s detrimental, get some money, they don’t feel you (They don’t understand) |
| I want my nigga Warhol play wit' dem my kids (Play wit' our kids) |
| I pour more codeine so ion gotta feel it |
| Shoot at 12, kill yo ass in a whistle |
| It ain’t no talkin' to zip the bag 'n I don’t miss |
| If that’s my nigga then I pour that Actavis |
| Upgrade my income, I dropped it in the trenches (In the trenches) |
| B.B. Simon belt blingin' |
| Keep the .9 tucked in this Givenchy |
| Damn you talk too much, I want you to top me |
| Baby don’t be shy I want it sloppy |
| Picture perfect nigga, I got drip on me now |
| Hunnid round choppa shootin', buss him in his eye |
| Keep the fire nigga, don’t you test it 'cause it’s tucked |
| Wesson make him buckle, I could give a fuck |
| Fuck his ho for what |
| Keep this pole for what |
| Hit the store for what |
| Hoppin' out this truck |
| Niggas want woods, finna roll up |
| Choppa on the passenger, I might jus' cut the stove up |