RIP SONY ft. Bona4L & enzojuanhoodrich Lyrics

موسيقى

ودّر لي بانت

ودّر لي مافي

4L GANG

4L MAFIA

It's another February night

It's another February night

It's another February night

It's another February night

I'm still firm in the street

Some of my friends left

Others are still inside

How can I explain to you all I feel?

(How can I explain?)

If you didn't live any of this

No, No

I want what's mine and you want yours

Yours, yours

I want what's mine and what's yours

Yours, yours

I'm ambitious when I move bricks

All my niggas with Mafia flows

Scarface, Broken Heart, eh

I'm not surprised if they talk about us, eh

I'm in the club

She sends me a photo

Like Kanye West

I want my money

I do it for Sony

Your bitch talk to me for Xannys

And I don't have Xannys

And I don't have a cure , eh , eh

I keep looking for the fucking way out

Days go by

Days go by

My mind only wants sativa

But she talks to me everyday

I'm doing my thing,

I'm doing my thing

I Takeoff my chain,

I don't feel like I'm from this era

I have a full belly

It doesn't stress me

I'm hurt forever

Smoke forever

I don't know if she loves me

But I love her forever

(I don't know if she loves me

But I love her forever)

more than 100 in the week

Working all the weekend

That hoe knows I'm the striker

That hoe knows who got the pill

I think his name is Abril

I'm hustling with the 10K

We smoke only the one that kings have

It leaves you slow, like a snail

I'm getting better weapons,

I have the call

I don't look for love nomore

Only other hoes

Only other hoe, hoe

I don't look for

Shot out to SONY

Your bitch talk to me for Xannys

And i don't have no Xannys

No one is in my place

I'm used to hustle

I have a couple of hoes on whatsapp

I swear all that is nothing

I put the microphone to record

I earn and I spend it again

I light it up and smoke it again

I turn it on and pass it again

I swear I can't trust

I can't fall in love anymore

I swear I'll pick her up

I swear I'm not saying anything

I'm in the trap, the weapons are loaded

I'm in the studio looking for my thing

Baby are you ready? I'll pick you up

I smoke another backwood around the corner in the park

I smoke XL to relax

I'm in the studio at night and in the afternoon

I'm with my brothers smoking another green

She trusts me and I swear she understands it

Wo trap

I keep looking for the fucking way out

Days go by

Days go by

My mind only wants sativa

But she talks to me everyday

I'm doing my thing,

I'm doing my thing