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Paroles de la chanson Voices par Jackboy
Ayo, Sheff
Tuned Up
This sound like Quel
No games or gimmicks, nah, I'm givin' y'all the real me
I done made a million dollars, I don't give no fucks about who feel me
I'm gettin' guala, go and ask 'em, I'm they biggest problem
Pop out with shottas, they be tryin' to grab the top don dada
I'm from the bottom, I grew up lookin' up to the thugs
They taught me how to rob, where I'm from, that's how you show love
Tuned Up
This sound like Quel
No games or gimmicks, nah, I'm givin' y'all the real me
I done made a million dollars, I don't give no fucks about who feel me
I'm gettin' guala, go and ask 'em, I'm they biggest problem
Pop out with shottas, they be tryin' to grab the top don dada
I'm from the bottom, I grew up lookin' up to the thugs
They taught me how to rob, where I'm from, that's how you show love
No givin' hugs when you fallin' 'til you get it out the mud
No givin' hugs when you ballin' 'cause they'll set you up
I got the devil inside of my head
I go to sleep with a .40 to bed
(I keep the heat right by my side, he come and creep, his ass gettin' fried)
Playin' like it sweet, whole time, I'm tryin' to send his ass to the sky
When he mad, he go and tweet, that's how I know he not gonna slide
Niggas low-key tryin' to compete, whole time, I was thinkin' that we was guys
Ain't steppin' how I be steppin', so I'm cuttin' off all them ties
No givin' hugs when you ballin' 'cause they'll set you up
I got the devil inside of my head
I go to sleep with a .40 to bed
(I keep the heat right by my side, he come and creep, his ass gettin' fried)
Playin' like it sweet, whole time, I'm tryin' to send his ass to the sky
When he mad, he go and tweet, that's how I know he not gonna slide
Niggas low-key tryin' to compete, whole time, I was thinkin' that we was guys
Ain't steppin' how I be steppin', so I'm cuttin' off all them ties
I copped a Lamb' like this shit not expensive, real ice on my teeth, ask my dentist
Was just sittin' in jail with a knife in my cell, I could've never pictured me winnin'
Yeah, real motion, big business, yeah
Real motion, big vision, yeah
I'm ridin' bulletproof like the president with a bad bitch that's heaven sent
I got the devil inside of my head
I go to sleep with a .40 to bed
Playin' like it sweet, whole time, I'm tryin' to send his ass to the sky
When he mad, he go and tweet, that's how I know he not gonna slide
Niggas low-key tryin' to compete, whole time, I was thinkin' that we was guys
Ain't steppin' how I be steppin', so I'm cuttin' off all them ties
I got the devil inside of my head
I go to sleep with a .40 to bed
I got the devil inside of my head
I go to sleep with a .40 to bed
I got the devil inside of my head
I go to sleep with a .40 to bed
I got the devil inside of my head
I go to sleep with a .40 to bed
I got the devil inside of my head
I go to sleep with a .40 to bed
I got the devil inside of my head
I go to sleep with a .40 to bed
I got the devil inside of my head
I go to sleep with a .40 to bed
I got the devil inside of my head
I go to sleep with a .40 to bed
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