Superstar Pride - Painting Pictures
- Исполнитель: Superstar Pride
- Песня: Painting Pictures
- Длительность: 2:03
- Размер файла: 3.6 МБ
- Качество: 242 kbps, Stereo
- Дата релиза: 13 март 2023
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Текст песни
All the sheisty shit that I've done
Blessed to not be in no chains
Uncle killed me when I was young
Mama blessed the boy with the cocaine
Growing up, I ain't have no daddy
My mama played both roles
Been hard on a nigga since I came out the womb
Yeah, the pussy hole
I was taught to trust none
Face your problem, never run
Lil' bitch holler she pregnant
You a lil' nat-nat, that ain't my son
Tryna trap me, know I had a glove
Fuck them feelings, slatt, I'm a thug
You a lil' dusty ho, you're the rug
Ayy, and it's still fuck love
2 AM, the night still young
You live by the gun, you gon' die by the gun
Ain't no handouts for nobody
When I ain't had shit, they ain't offer me nothin'
When I'm quiet, I be thinking 'bout killings
A lot of niggas bitch-made, stay in they feelings
Saving these hoes, this shit here pitiful
All these lil' bitty bitches my chillens, ooh
And mama, don't worry
You raised a gangster, I'm a survivor
It hurt me not being able to give you what you want
Since I was a toddler
Shoutout to my pops for all the free game
Everything you ever told me, it stuck in my brain
Blessed to not be in no chains
Uncle killed me when I was young
Mama blessed the boy with the cocaine
Growing up, I ain't have no daddy
My mama played both roles
Been hard on a nigga since I came out the womb
Yeah, the pussy hole
I was taught to trust none
Face your problem, never run
Lil' bitch holler she pregnant
You a lil' nat-nat, that ain't my son
Tryna trap me, know I had a glove
Fuck them feelings, slatt, I'm a thug
You a lil' dusty ho, you're the rug
Ayy, and it's still fuck love
2 AM, the night still young
You live by the gun, you gon' die by the gun
Ain't no handouts for nobody
When I ain't had shit, they ain't offer me nothin'
When I'm quiet, I be thinking 'bout killings
A lot of niggas bitch-made, stay in they feelings
Saving these hoes, this shit here pitiful
All these lil' bitty bitches my chillens, ooh
And mama, don't worry
You raised a gangster, I'm a survivor
It hurt me not being able to give you what you want
Since I was a toddler
Shoutout to my pops for all the free game
Everything you ever told me, it stuck in my brain