yuke - paranoid lyrics
[intro]
hahahaha, you are no match for my style
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, ayy, ayy, pff
[verse]
i’ve been on my own
young n+gga boofin’ gas, i’m just tryna stay calm
tryna act like sh+t ain’t hurt but i know you did me wrong
swear it don’t mean sh+t when these hoes hit my phone
they like, “yuke, what you want?”
yeah, i’ve been in that mode
lil’ yuke just tryna [?] and they wanna see me glow
momma told me [?]
pop out all black tryna get a n+gga gone
he can’t even compare to me ’cause my money too long
i gave you so much like you can’t even say i’m wrong
bleeding on the mic and i put it in a song
heard they looking for me so i cop the two+tone
i’m too paranoid, looking back when i walk
she couldn’t even communicate, i just wanted to talk
it’s living in my head, on replay [?]
i don’t even miss you no more, i just miss the thought
pour my drink, grub really turned to a thot
she gon’ spin back, she seen me skrt off on that lot
gotta keep a piece, real, n+gga’s getting got
he gon’ slime me out, he gon’ meet the red dot
and [?] n+gga face, try take off the top
n+ggas do you bad, why yo’ bro sit and watch?
that is not yo’ partner, n+gga, he just tryna cross
had the pole in yo’ purse wit’ the lip gloss
and you had it all, but she stole my n+gga torch
never love again ’cause i had to go and ball, yeah
Random Lyrics
- pia - home lyrics
- las villa - calzón quitao lyrics
- menrva - baby boy lyrics
- rian lucas - aluno nota 10 lyrics
- astrid (singer) - exhume lyrics
- bloonsquadd - pengar rullar in lyrics
- josué chávez - rl3 lyrics
- sats & паша техник - деньги (money) lyrics
- vexedkiller - disposable lyrics
- jw francis - mississippi lyrics