Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Photos , by - Xavy Rusan. Release date: 28.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Photos |
| I been all in my bag |
| You been all in my business |
| You be all in yo feelings |
| I been all in them trenches |
| I been all in my bag |
| You be all in my business |
| Know they notice me flexin' |
| Fit in all of my fitness |
| My chain dense and my head big |
| My top heavy, I let it down |
| See me shining they hatin' on me |
| They mean muggin', I let 'em down |
| She call me papi, I’m poppin' now |
| Hoes happy, I’m hoppin' out |
| Money talks, I’m the only thing that these broke boys should be talkin 'bout |
| They talkin' greasy, we eatin' healthy |
| We gettin' wealthy, you see the difference |
| Blew her back then I blew her off |
| She salty now, she can’t be the Mrs |
| My patnas country like cornbread |
| In the city plottin' on long bread |
| These niggas out here going broke tryna do the shit that they song said |
| I’m a once in a lifetime flex |
| Never leave life line sex |
| Hit her wit the night time text |
| Got no time to fight why stress? |
| I be drippin' baby |
| Fucks that I used to give missin' lately |
| They actin' iffy, he different ain’t he? |
| Hop in the coupe and we dippin' baby |
| Yeah the inside be lookin like chicken gravy |
| And my vision hazey |
| Know they hungry and hideous ride for my brother like Phineas |
| Finna go fill up a stash |
| I’m on a mission my palms just be itchin' |
| Man I can’t eem hold you it feel like a rash |
| I came with the funk like a hamper, uh, pampers |
| And all of these rappers been stealin' the sauce |
| I’ve just been winning man, I’m tryna get it man |
| It’s to the point I ain’t feelin' no loss |
| I been all in my bag |
| You been all in my business |
| You be all in yo feelings |
| I been all in them trenches |
| I been all in my bag |
| You be all in my business |
| Know they notice me flexin' |
| Fit in all of my fitness |
| Ocean under this dad hat |
| It ain’t me that you mad at |
| I ain’t trippin' bruh have that |
| Cause he don’t know I done had that |
| My bucket list got check marks |
| My denim pockets got stretch marks |
| My neighbors swear that I’m hustlin' |
| Like might as well bruh, fuck it then |
| I might whip around the city like a Uber |
| Got 'em watchin' me and my maneuvers |
| Why you cappin' bruh you not a shooter |
| She gon gimme brain think I got a tutor |
| I been too clean for the dirty looks |
| Piling paper thick as 30 books |
| Shawty fine as hell at 27, I can’t wait to see how 30 looks |
| I been outta pocket like loose change |
| Ride around like Bruce Wayne |
| Still hot as that blue flame |
| I might buy the block wit my boo thang |
| Yeah them squares in yo circle you outta shape |
| My city think that I got a cape |
| All of this smokin can’t get me a job but that’s just a risk that I gotta take |
| I’m a rockstar baby, feel like I’m chuck berry in my suede sperry |
| I’m a pop star baby, feel like I’m Steve Perry hittin' Halle Berrys |
| And it’s kinda scary all the power you got when you really be knowing yourself |
| Know that they cannot control me or hold me cause lately I barely got hold of |
| myself, shit |
| I been all in my bag |
| You been all in my business |
| You be all in yo feelings |
| I been all in them trenches |
| I been all in my bag |
| You be all in my business |
| Know they notice me flexin' |
| Fit in all of my fitness |