SLOPES歌词

作词 : CEPHUS KIARI KENDRELL/Warren Hui/Young Bin Park
作曲 : CEPHUS KIARI KENDRELL/Warren Hui/Young Bin Park
You have to say something to me, like we have to have a conversation, real quick?
But you really have to, yeah? Woah! Aye
Summer time s**t I got bands aye
Benjamin and me best friends aye
Swerving these h**s I'm tried of shawty’s
I hate when they not on the ground woah
Oh my God Warren like hello I'm back on my b**t
Don’t sugarcoat baby
F**t I still want to coup to be navy or cream color coco like woah woah
I need a crib up in Soho, New Yorky like Biggie
I treated chella like dashing up Biggie
Still got the pack up smoke in my city
Here from Habana she text me you miss me
B**h, I got bands and they stuck in my pants, woah
Feel me?
Pockets, they dancing like Britney (yeah)
Bands on me, can't fit my Yeezy’s (yeah)
Dior, the girl when they fit me (yeah)
Back in Jakarta, they hofer my downfall
Like, come on, like, b**h, I been messin'
And they mad man, why you mad man? And they mad man, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull it with a fit, and they mad man woah
Show money bags in my backpack (oh)
Introducing warrior granddad (yeah)
Seven on a wrap, m**r, lie roach
I don't dress a b**h with a bright, bright coach
She gon' touch ice while I bend her slope
Ski, ski, west leg, game two stick, one d**k
Want to wake the a** up and po
Quarter million dollars on one stage (quarter million)
N***s wanna come and switch my plate (switch)
White man in my pocket, no race (white man)
Shorty a fan with a little bitty waist (hey)
Bought a new vert (vert)
Somebody come race (race)
Pop two, p**c, can't feel my face (p**s)
They don't wanna work, these n***s be lazy (lazy)
They just wanna surf, I ain't f**' with a wave (yeah)
Issey told you I ain’t tame man
F**k it do you feel me now, I gotta move weight
I ain’t tryna move fake no way (oh)
Oh, f**k 'em, I just been in my thing (yeah)
Cut 'em 'cause the mood on strange (gang)
Climbing got it all on tape
Trapping like a bird when he caught his case (brr)
The one that was hatin', ain't make it, got erased (race)
Food on your table for you eat, say grace (amen)
I'm going number one, can taste it (number one)
I was born up a star, I'm an alien (star)
I'mma sell out arenas and the stadium (arenas)
Got my gang and my family ain't tradin' 'em (gang)
N***s hate let 'em drown, they ain't savin 'em (drown)
Ain't mad, man
Woo
Benjamin in my pocket and I'm countin' 'em
Backstage full of people I don't like
So I say amen, gotta pray for the pigment (aye man)
Every year, gotta change my alias (woo)
B-O-T-Y, shawty like the name in the stain
Tell my soul how to track my roles when they watch
Ain't mad, man (woo)
Ain't mad, man (oh)
Ain't mad, man
Pull it with a fit, ain't mad, man, huh
Show money bags in my backpack, huh
Introducing warrior granddad, huh
Stepping on rap m**r like
I was born on a star, I’m an alien
They don’t wanna work, these n***s don’t want to work
I was born on a star, I’m an alien
I’mma sell out arenas and stadiums
I got a gang of my family ain’t trading then
N***s hate let them drown, I ain't saving them
I turn the pain into pride I should be proud of him
Nah nah, f**k that
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