d.a l.e.s - something else lyrics
[chorus – d.a l.e.s]
i try to tell yall to be careful
i’m in the kitchen whipping with the spoon(whip it whip it whip it)
in the club acting a d-mn fool, got your b-tch up in my vehicle
but my mind always on something else
and my diamonds look like something else
and my grind always on something else
my designer look like something else
[verse 1 – d.a l.e.s]
in the back of the quarter five she got the same number
i think i’m a call her now cooking that whoa whoa
coz she can’t’ afford the [?], but i like it low low low
now can i be courtside
i done found out about her when on the streets
i done figured out it back i like mickey d’s
but i done seen the demon come out the jeans
that b-tch be selling my n-gg-s dreams
fly out to cape town to k!ll some time
coz my side b-tch wanna take my shine
d-mn my side b-tch wanna take my shine
taking these photos to k!ll my vibe
[chorus – d.a l.e.s]
i try to tell yall to be careful
i’m in the kitchen whipping with the spoon(whip it whip it whip it)
in the club acting a d-mn fool, got your b-tch up in my vehicle
but my mind always on something else
and my diamonds look like something else
and my grind always on something else
my designer look like something else
[verse 2 – maggz]
f-ck you f-ck n-gg-s you been afraid
m a double i still amaze
k!ll a track and i k!ll a stage
the real is back and they feeling raged
they know dub is no average, so what, i don’t practice
i’m still nice in my madness, that’s real life in this palace
bad b-tches two of them, wake up, who are dem
waking up in this hotel, she b-tt naked her coat fell
her friend on me you know well, i hit both and i won’t tell
real n-gg- they chose well, my soul, something i won’t sell
[chorus – d.a l.e.s]
i try to tell yall to be careful
i’m in the kitchen whipping with the spoon(whip it whip it whip it)
in the club acting a d-mn fool, got your b-tch up in my vehicle
but my mind always on something else
and my diamonds look like something else
and my grind always on something else
my designer look like something else
[verse 3 – gemini major]
i’m a new age rasta, meats in my pasta
certified bad man, loud with the ganja
i got your girl in the [?]
i got a tent at the crib, white girls in a benz
gold chains on my neck, big moves, no chess
top shotta never miss, my pull up is looking like something else
me and my n-gg-s up to something else
n-gg- we doing the most
you a minion, i’m a boss
[chorus – d.a l.e.s]
i try to tell yall to be careful
i’m in the kitchen whipping with the spoon(whip it whip it whip it)
in the club acting a d-mn fool, got your b-tch up in my vehicle
but my mind always on something else
and my diamonds look like something else
and my grind always on something else
my designer look like something else
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