Natti - Filthy Hard | Текст песни

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My hands stay filthy the road stay hard
Everybody with a burner want to play god
Everybody speaking for him say to pay god
My money kind of funny I guess I'm a stay flawed
But he already know that he's kind of my AR
nobody else to catch me or cushion my downfall
Eat without me I'm snacking without y'all
Pretend around me I'm snapping without cause
Play for bread beans meat I don't win I don't eat
A monkey can't beat a man but he land on his feet
Well I'm a gorilla nigga when I land on the street
Breaking bricks down like mix down to concrete
Standing strong as you sit down upon seat
It's price of admission please pay attention
The horses that drive my motor just piss in your engine
I switched the game
others switch they position

Hook

My hands stay filthy
The road stay hard
Everybody with a burner wanna play God
Everybody speaking for me say to pay God
My money kind of funny I guess I’ma stay flawed
x2

I can't give you a helping hand right now on all thumbs
I speaking out to teach you about them Lose ones
Them singles that you holding are mold in the woods
It grows on bigger trees than those in the hood
Jumping in the rat race making them little runs
Niggas needing cake can't settle for honey buns
But they keep you in it long as you don't spend it
Throwing money like rice in the club every minute
Dea outside behind windows that's tinted
Scheming to catch me I'm chiefing and relaxing
Checking for them chickens I send them eaters to zaxbys
Chickens I touch got titties and plenty back piece
Folks this is self rappin at self I stay close to the edge like books on a shelf
Tried to get paid but the knowledge wasn't wealth
Free school wasn't cool what was college gon' help
credits
from Still Motion, released 24 September 2013
Produced by Kno
Hammond B3 Organ by Justin Robinson pka Juicebox
Additional vocals by Deacon The Villain

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