Album on I Just Got A Lot On My Shoulders
Track 1 on I Just Got A Lot On My Shoulders
Versace Shades Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh, hol’ up, hol’ up
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Black Versace shades
One million for a car, I just hope that it don’t break
I say, “Baby, see these chains I got on?” I say, “Baby”
I stay strapped down with my chrome, mm-mm
Baow, mm-mm
Baow, that Lil Top, nigga
You already know what it is, you know how I rock
[Verse]
I grew up sellin’ dope off grandpa porch
Want smoke? You know I keep my pole
Can’t trust nobody ’cause my soul always gettin’ mistreated, damn
I need me a bad ho, I need me a bad bitch
Gon’ hold me down and help me hide this dirty money from Uncle Sam
I be on them bars and I stay rollin’
I can’t control it, baby, no, I can’t control it, baby
Killed that bitch, he’s talkin’ beef, right now, he the one I’m smokin’
I got a problem, baby, tried to smoke his homie, baby
Designer coupe, huh, I change out my shoes
You fuck with me, huh, then I fuck with you
I keep my pistol stuck on me like glue
You try one motherfuckin’ thang and I’m gon’ shoot
“Kentrell, I love you” (Bae, I love you, love you), I love you too
But I’m fucked up inside the streets, the FBI wan’ see me through
Drivin’ a Rolls-Royce and it’s long just like a bus, yeah, yeah
Porsche 911, eight-hundred-thousand-dollar watch on top of my hand
We could have a baby, we could do anything, we could just be friends
We’ll shoot your ex out with that cutter that I just got from my kin
Please don’t trust nobody ’round me, they’ll do you in
They’ll shoot you clean inside your head, gave fifty grand to my twin
What the fuck you mean? I done come from low income
Ever since I’ve been up, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
My wife ring a million dollars, hundred rounds for a hundred problems
Run down, spray him and his partner, bang, bitch, bang, nigga
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[Chorus]
I walked in this bitch with black Versace shades
One million for a car, I just hope that it don’t break
I say, “Baby, see these chains I got on?” I say, “Baby”
I stay strapped down with my chrome, mm-mm
Baow, mm-mm (Slime, slime, slime)
Baow, that Lil Top, nigga (Uh, uh, uh)
You already know what it is, you know how I rock
[Outro]
Slime, slime
This YoungBoy, nigga
This Big Velveeta
How you been living, 5?
“Kentrell, I love you,” bae, I love you, love you
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)