Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lonely, artist - Wiley. Album song Snakes & Ladders, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Lonely |
| Now we living good |
| Had a couple hits |
| Still find me in the hood |
| Rolling with a couple chicks |
| Everyday I go to work |
| Because ain’t nobody owe me |
| People wonder what it’s like there |
| They saying «Hey, can you show me? |
| '» |
| I tell them at the top it’s lonely |
| I tell them at the top it’s lonely |
| At the top it’s lonely as fuck, Problem, Diamond Lane |
| Yeah, what, hell yeah it is, shit |
| But I’d rather be lonely than broke |
| I’m bubbling like fish, boy |
| Heavy if I care about a bitch |
| Shit, It’s all about my squad |
| Diamond Lane, my gang, working hoes like jobs |
| You remember '010 when the boy got robbed |
| Tell her I’m in a strip club, I throw it up like live |
| Bitch catch it, hoe get naked, fast |
| There’s money in my future, everything else, pass |
| Like yeah, yeah so behind me |
| Girls got me so gone you can’t even find me |
| Practice origami, I work that paper |
| Hoe I’m out the eighties, so hit my pager |
| If you trying to fuck with a nigga like me |
| Especially if your pussy sweeter than iced tea |
| Now we living good |
| Had a couple hits |
| Still find me in the hood |
| Rolling with a couple chicks |
| Everyday I go to work |
| Because ain’t nobody owe me |
| People wonder what it’s like there |
| They saying «Hey, can you show me? |
| '» |
| I tell them at the top it’s lonely |
| I tell them at the top it’s lonely |
| Overtime, I go to work |
| You know the grind, I own the first |
| Always shy, the shorties' thirst |
| How she know the rhyme, you would think she wrote the verse |
| True shit, true fit |
| You don’t hear me dirty nigga, get a Q-tip |
| I’m all hood, all about |
| Your new bitch (What?) |
| Getting wood in the mouth, toothpick |
| I do this, you clueless |
| I ain’t the one that you should wanna fool with |
| I’m a fool, bitch, with a full clip |
| That’ll make a fool click and do a full flip |
| Right, still heavy in the heights |
| Henny on ice, semi on tight |
| I got a nigga that’ll set them on sight |
| And yeah, I used to get it off white |
| Now we living good |
| Had a couple hits |
| Still find me in the hood |
| Rolling with a couple chicks |
| Everyday I go to work |
| Because ain’t nobody owe me |
| People wonder what it’s like there |
| They saying «Hey, can you show me? |
| '» |
| I tell them at the top it’s lonely |
| I tell them at the top it’s lonely |
| Ain’t nothing just chillin' |
| Sitting on top of the money I’m gettin' |
| Leaning in the coupe sitting sideways |
| In the road to the riches in my highway |
| Getting money from London and New Orleans |
| Underground legend, I’m none of these new 'all this' |
| That’s your girl, nigga |
| I hit her once and cut her off like a bad signal |
| YMCMB Gudda |
| Add another Gudda now you gotta pay me double man |
| Give me 50 feet because I’m a hand full of trouble |
| I’m just trying to double up my paper, on the double |
| Eastside, boy we in this bitch |
| Got a toilet bowl flow, man I been that shit |
| Nina on me, iced in that clip |
| Because on the streets or the beat, I can send that heat |
| Now we living good |
| Had a couple hits |
| Still find me in the hood |
| Rolling with a couple chicks |
| Everyday I go to work |
| Because ain’t nobody owe me |
| People wonder what it’s like there |
| They saying «Hey, can you show me? |
| '» |
| I tell them at the top it’s lonely |
| I tell them at the top it’s lonely |
| In the building it’s K-K-Killa |
| Fifty dutches rolled up, off vanilla |
| Hand the weed like a chinchilla, fly, no propellers |
| Wine, in the cellar, Ciroc, the sun fellas |
| House cards, for years I done did it fam |
| Need money lessons? |
| Get a kid |
| Papi dropped off a hunnit, |
| Cook it up picture perfect, Instagrams |
| And the work is out, my mistress and my girlfriend arguing, told them work it |
| out |
| You could battle on your knees, twerk it out |
| Or you could battle on your knees, slurp it out |
| In the winter they could chill on my right arm |
| Get a G eventually, snake skin, python |
| Fists in the air, right arm |
| Come enjoy some ice nights and right arms |
| Now we living good |
| Had a couple hits |
| Still find me in the hood |
| Rolling with a couple chicks |
| Everyday I go to work |
| Because ain’t nobody owe me |
| People wonder what it’s like there |
| They saying «Hey, can you show me? |
| '» |
| I tell them at the top it’s lonely |
| I tell them at the top it’s lonely |