Song | No Me Now |
Artist | Chief Kamachi |
Album | The Concrete Gospel |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dan, Lamont, Littlepage | |
Yo, she said she liked shoppin' and coppin' | |
The glamorous night flashy lights and bottles poppin' | |
I'ma Underground rapper, my jewels is invisible | |
You don't like me now, my $5 dollar show life is miserable | |
You peepin' my sneaks, caught up in the physical | |
But you don't got shit you broke individual | |
A little switch, some tits, head from chemicals | |
Blonde weave, think you white on some subliminal | |
Talk cute but laced in boots and straight criminals | |
Think you got game, workin' wit somethin' | |
Eyes all dark from the weed and the pills you be dumpin' | |
I'm drivin' thru, sittin' Chili chillin', I'm frontin' | |
I'm shinin', this the king the Queens be wantin' | |
I ain't stuck on no smut jawn the block be humpin' | |
Like fiends on the corner when the block be jumpin' | |
Choosy begger, you could take this dollar nuttin' | |
C'mon... | |
But you don't know me now | |
Treat me like I'm some new joe in town | |
Yo when I blow she gon' be the first hoe around | |
Actin' like she know me now | |
Tryna blow the crown | |
But it ain't gon' down | |
Ayo she keep her hair in coils, push weed in foils | |
Smell like white diamond, cheap Muslim oils | |
Liquor store logics, performance in the projects | |
Lap dance all over the filthiest objects | |
Think she a cover girl, model the bricks | |
Nose in the sky, up and down the block stompin' the strips | |
Shake and twist to see a six or obliterate wrist | |
I ain't that dude shorty, I'ma leave you bitter in piss | |
But you don't know me now | |
Treat me like I'm some new joe in town | |
Yo when I blow she gon' be the first hoe around | |
Actin' like she know me now | |
Tryna blow the crown | |
But it ain't gon' down |
zuo qu : Dan, Lamont, Littlepage | |
Yo, she said she liked shoppin' and coppin' | |
The glamorous night flashy lights and bottles poppin' | |
I' ma Underground rapper, my jewels is invisible | |
You don' t like me now, my 5 dollar show life is miserable | |
You peepin' my sneaks, caught up in the physical | |
But you don' t got shit you broke individual | |
A little switch, some tits, head from chemicals | |
Blonde weave, think you white on some subliminal | |
Talk cute but laced in boots and straight criminals | |
Think you got game, workin' wit somethin' | |
Eyes all dark from the weed and the pills you be dumpin' | |
I' m drivin' thru, sittin' Chili chillin', I' m frontin' | |
I' m shinin', this the king the Queens be wantin' | |
I ain' t stuck on no smut jawn the block be humpin' | |
Like fiends on the corner when the block be jumpin' | |
Choosy begger, you could take this dollar nuttin' | |
C' mon... | |
But you don' t know me now | |
Treat me like I' m some new joe in town | |
Yo when I blow she gon' be the first hoe around | |
Actin' like she know me now | |
Tryna blow the crown | |
But it ain' t gon' down | |
Ayo she keep her hair in coils, push weed in foils | |
Smell like white diamond, cheap Muslim oils | |
Liquor store logics, performance in the projects | |
Lap dance all over the filthiest objects | |
Think she a cover girl, model the bricks | |
Nose in the sky, up and down the block stompin' the strips | |
Shake and twist to see a six or obliterate wrist | |
I ain' t that dude shorty, I' ma leave you bitter in piss | |
But you don' t know me now | |
Treat me like I' m some new joe in town | |
Yo when I blow she gon' be the first hoe around | |
Actin' like she know me now | |
Tryna blow the crown | |
But it ain' t gon' down |
zuò qǔ : Dan, Lamont, Littlepage | |
Yo, she said she liked shoppin' and coppin' | |
The glamorous night flashy lights and bottles poppin' | |
I' ma Underground rapper, my jewels is invisible | |
You don' t like me now, my 5 dollar show life is miserable | |
You peepin' my sneaks, caught up in the physical | |
But you don' t got shit you broke individual | |
A little switch, some tits, head from chemicals | |
Blonde weave, think you white on some subliminal | |
Talk cute but laced in boots and straight criminals | |
Think you got game, workin' wit somethin' | |
Eyes all dark from the weed and the pills you be dumpin' | |
I' m drivin' thru, sittin' Chili chillin', I' m frontin' | |
I' m shinin', this the king the Queens be wantin' | |
I ain' t stuck on no smut jawn the block be humpin' | |
Like fiends on the corner when the block be jumpin' | |
Choosy begger, you could take this dollar nuttin' | |
C' mon... | |
But you don' t know me now | |
Treat me like I' m some new joe in town | |
Yo when I blow she gon' be the first hoe around | |
Actin' like she know me now | |
Tryna blow the crown | |
But it ain' t gon' down | |
Ayo she keep her hair in coils, push weed in foils | |
Smell like white diamond, cheap Muslim oils | |
Liquor store logics, performance in the projects | |
Lap dance all over the filthiest objects | |
Think she a cover girl, model the bricks | |
Nose in the sky, up and down the block stompin' the strips | |
Shake and twist to see a six or obliterate wrist | |
I ain' t that dude shorty, I' ma leave you bitter in piss | |
But you don' t know me now | |
Treat me like I' m some new joe in town | |
Yo when I blow she gon' be the first hoe around | |
Actin' like she know me now | |
Tryna blow the crown | |
But it ain' t gon' down |