CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sink
Mm-hmm
Y'all wonder why n***as ain't like me
Huh, keep wonderin'
La música de Harry Fraud
Yo
My b*t*h doin' her, I was somewhere stressin' on a bunk
My shorty's bed hurt the worst and it was only for eight months, damn
Put that on the team, caught cases you wouldn't believe
Went to war with the DA in tailored suits, no fatigues, uh
My daughter gettin' older, I spent half her life in prison
I spent the other half danglin' white off the dishes
We strike hard, got light scars, in this life, y'all pretendin'
The plug said when it gеt cold, buy your wife more chinchillas, uh
That's right, I saw you in the shadows, wе was Spade poppin'
You was in the group of rappers with the fake watches
This the flow that got my side of the state poppin'
The trap small but it jump like Isaiah Thomas
I'm gettin' letters from the legends in the federal pen
Doin' eleven, down seven and just gettin' settled in
Uh-huh, yeah, I'm hood now and I was ghetto then
It's been a while since they wanna see a felon win
I used to ride with hundred twenty grams of food on me
Now I'm in Versace and got twenty bands in blues on me
You gotta look out for your brothers, better cherish homies
'Cause for bein' real, ain't no medal ceremony
I'm cool with this, sh*t, I was comfortable with raw
to pick up when your family dysfunctional as ours
Got a b*t*h that run the streets and got one that know the law
I had your b*t*h all in love with a thug, quotin' songs, uh
That's right, coca on the sink, coca on the plates
Now you got Benjis in your pockets, poker on your face
I put you on your feet, but just know your place
'Cause we got coca on the sink, coca on the plates
Let's go
Ah, ah, ah
Coca on the sink, dope on the plates
Y'all wonder why n***as ain't like me
Huh, keep wonderin'
La música de Harry Fraud
Yo
My b*t*h doin' her, I was somewhere stressin' on a bunk
My shorty's bed hurt the worst and it was only for eight months, damn
Put that on the team, caught cases you wouldn't believe
Went to war with the DA in tailored suits, no fatigues, uh
My daughter gettin' older, I spent half her life in prison
I spent the other half danglin' white off the dishes
We strike hard, got light scars, in this life, y'all pretendin'
The plug said when it gеt cold, buy your wife more chinchillas, uh
That's right, I saw you in the shadows, wе was Spade poppin'
You was in the group of rappers with the fake watches
This the flow that got my side of the state poppin'
The trap small but it jump like Isaiah Thomas
I'm gettin' letters from the legends in the federal pen
Doin' eleven, down seven and just gettin' settled in
Uh-huh, yeah, I'm hood now and I was ghetto then
It's been a while since they wanna see a felon win
I used to ride with hundred twenty grams of food on me
Now I'm in Versace and got twenty bands in blues on me
You gotta look out for your brothers, better cherish homies
'Cause for bein' real, ain't no medal ceremony
I'm cool with this, sh*t, I was comfortable with raw
to pick up when your family dysfunctional as ours
Got a b*t*h that run the streets and got one that know the law
I had your b*t*h all in love with a thug, quotin' songs, uh
That's right, coca on the sink, coca on the plates
Now you got Benjis in your pockets, poker on your face
I put you on your feet, but just know your place
'Cause we got coca on the sink, coca on the plates
Let's go
Ah, ah, ah
Coca on the sink, dope on the plates
