Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Testimony, artist - YFN Lucci. Date of issue: 03.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Testimony |
| Lately I’ve been runnin' round chasin' millions |
| Usually I be runnin' round chasin' women, hey |
| But it’s a lot of Os in the kitchen |
| We got a lot sold, yeah, we get it |
| You can’t trust a soul in this business |
| There a lot of fake love and pretendin' |
| I swear I’m spent like a rose up in linens |
| Shit crazy, could have had a role before 20 |
| This is a whole 'nother 20 |
| I love when that money talk to me |
| Like your girl when we fuck, she talk to me |
| She love when I bite on that pussy |
| If you searchin' for love, keep lookin' |
| I’m so above these rookies, yeah |
| I’m so above they lookin' |
| Pour up and pour up a cup for your nigga |
| Straight out the mud I grew up with them niggas, hey |
| A whole lot of pain I promise these niggas |
| I don’t fuck with no nigga |
| Shit is not the same, I swear these niggas is not the same |
| Everythin' changed, all you niggas changed, yeah, yeah |
| This my testimony, yeah |
| I’m so obsessed with money |
| I gotta keep a weapon on me, yeah |
| I swear a nigga gotta keep a weapon on me |
| I’m somewhere sippin' on 'em |
| My bitch always trippin' on me |
| Fake friend went missin' on me |
| But we ain’t even trippin' on it, yeah |
| This my testimony, yeah |
| I swear I’m so obsessed with money, yeah (I keep mine, nigga) |
| I got to keep a weapon on me, yeah (Boosie Badazz, nigga) |
| This my testimony, yeah, yeah, yeah (I got a testimony) |
| Shit, when I was a local rapper |
| I traded out sex for money |
| Made my bitch write bad checks for money |
| Shoot off a nigga whole neck for money |
| Kept a weapon on me |
| Had a little man ego |
| Wishin' I was Nino before he turned rat though |
| Tried to whip it on my own in the kitchen at first |
| But it hurt when it didn’t come back though |
| Old lady goin' crazy on me |
| I’m steady makin' babies on her |
| Got blessed, made it off the corner |
| Now my other baby mommas, now they hatin' on us |
| This my testimony |
| Nigga, hittin' at me with them .45 |
| Prayers every night that I don’t die |
| Two .40s on my hip 'cause I go live |
| Warners Brothers on the line, this is '05 |
| Now my friends gettin' a little jealous |
| Same motherfuckers who I used to shoot pellets |
| Stealin' out the pot, sayin' Boosie boo selfish |
| If you steal from a nigga, to the cops you a tell it |
| Diabetes, tired of stickin' myself, nigga |
| On lock down, facin' death, nigga |
| Came home, blown up then I got cancer |
| But God found the answer |
| This my testimony |
| Yeah, this my testimony, yeah |
| I’m so obsessed with money |
| I gotta keep a weapon on me, yeah |
| I swear a nigga gotta keep a weapon on me |
| I’m somewhere sippin' on 'em |
| My bitch always trippin' on me |
| Fake friend went missin' on me |
| But we ain’t even trippin' on it, yeah |
| This my testimony, yeah |
| I swear I’m so obsessed with money, yeah |
| I got to keep a weapon on me, yeah |
| This my testimony, yeah, yeah, yeah |