Текст песни KIZARU - Stay Positive
- Исполнитель KIZARU
- Трэк: Stay Positive
I stay positive, even if I’m drawn
I stay positive, even if I’m down
I stay positive, 'bout to smoke a pound
Fuck your image, boy, you gonna lose this ground
I stay positive, even if I’m drawn
I stay positive, even if I’m down
I stay positive, 'bout to smoke a pound
Fuck your image, boy, you gonna lose this ground
Wake up every morning at 6 AM
Fuck a bad bitch, gotta slap that ass
Ho, don’t lie, you’re smokin' bad grass
Me and my niggas stay blowin' my gas
Streets never be safe
I live by mystical ways, nigga, in the grace
Beautiful goddess, she’s giving me face
Never trust nobody, put them in a blaze
I’m gonna pull up all you 'cause I got nothing to lose
All these rappers trap for real, but I don’t saw them in the news
I was only 15, ho, when I started trappin'
I was raised by thieves in law, nigga, why you always cappin'?
Got some drugs, guess I’m boss, tripping hard like it’s Star Wars
And you know who got the sauce (Who got the sauce)
Bitch, that’s not who you suppose
Who’s that speaking on the phone? Fuck you and your phony ho
Pull the seat to your dome, sometimes I be hella wrong
Stay away from me (From me), I be on my own (my own)
Leave your rap, and your shit sounds more like «Reggae Dome»
We’re makin' racks, flippin' the bags
Flexing on next 1000 bitches, want me for sex
I always get back, she only sleep bags
I be there in a minute, I would dive in it
Yeah bitch, I’m winnin', I’m winnin'
I’m young and I’m leanin'
I’m up in the kitchen, cookin' my dinner
Campeón Rhino, livin' the life like a demon
Fuck with your bitches for real, Gucci jacket when you’re riding to deal
Riding for me, fuck how you live, fuck how you feel
I stay positive, even if I’m down
I stay positive, 'bout to smoke a pound
Fuck your image, boy, you gonna lose this ground
I stay positive, even if I’m drawn
I stay positive, even if I’m down
I stay positive, 'bout to smoke a pound
Fuck your image, boy, you gonna lose this ground
Wake up every morning at 6 AM
Fuck a bad bitch, gotta slap that ass
Ho, don’t lie, you’re smokin' bad grass
Me and my niggas stay blowin' my gas
Streets never be safe
I live by mystical ways, nigga, in the grace
Beautiful goddess, she’s giving me face
Never trust nobody, put them in a blaze
I’m gonna pull up all you 'cause I got nothing to lose
All these rappers trap for real, but I don’t saw them in the news
I was only 15, ho, when I started trappin'
I was raised by thieves in law, nigga, why you always cappin'?
Got some drugs, guess I’m boss, tripping hard like it’s Star Wars
And you know who got the sauce (Who got the sauce)
Bitch, that’s not who you suppose
Who’s that speaking on the phone? Fuck you and your phony ho
Pull the seat to your dome, sometimes I be hella wrong
Stay away from me (From me), I be on my own (my own)
Leave your rap, and your shit sounds more like «Reggae Dome»
We’re makin' racks, flippin' the bags
Flexing on next 1000 bitches, want me for sex
I always get back, she only sleep bags
I be there in a minute, I would dive in it
Yeah bitch, I’m winnin', I’m winnin'
I’m young and I’m leanin'
I’m up in the kitchen, cookin' my dinner
Campeón Rhino, livin' the life like a demon
Fuck with your bitches for real, Gucci jacket when you’re riding to deal
Riding for me, fuck how you live, fuck how you feel
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