Prospect (Explicit)
iann dior« Prospect (Explicit) » est une chanson de iann dior, 2020, Pop. La chanson dure 3:27, 107 lines / 791 words.
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0:00HEY!
0:06Oh-oh, woah
0:07(Wheezy outta here)
0:10Oh-oh, woah
0:12(Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)
0:14Yeah
0:15Nowadays I get what I want
0:16Lately been spendin' the bag
0:18Addicted to getting that cash
0:19Addicted to popping them tags
0:21Money was made for the sad
0:23Now my ex-bitch calling back
0:24Saw me come up out of random
0:26Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums
0:27Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame
0:29In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
0:31I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
0:33It's nothin' new, I won't give into that
0:35I eat the hate up and spit it right back
0:37My lyrics like bullets, I'm shooting your ass
0:39Women come and go with the cash
0:41You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
0:43They gon' fold, fold under act
0:45I get my medicine straight out the back
0:47I'm a prospect, not from earth, I feel like a martian
0:50'Matter fact, bitch, I came from a starship
0:51My bed feel like a coffin, not wakin' up
0:54If I run into opps, I'ma off 'em
0:55I don't know if you think that you stoppin'
0:57What I got goin' on, got a semi with auto on
0:59This ain't no auto-correct, bitch, this a threat
1:03Now I'm comin' at your neck
1:03Niggas act cute like a pet
1:05Soft like a Pop Tart, act like they got no heart
1:07Y'all be the ones that's pretending
1:11Insecurities, they always offended
1:11Mad about a bitch I already been in
1:13That bitch for everybody, we ain't spoke in a minute
1:15Niggas still in the picture and I'm still leavin' with her
1:19It ain't nothin', I'm a rebel
1:19I can't conform, I ain't fallin' back, no
1:23She need more, she got too attached, ha
1:27Addicted to me like I'm on one
1:29Three thousand for that new Rick Owens
1:31Walk around, look like a mummy
1:33Psychedelics hurt my tummy
1:34Swipe, swipe, I'ma get it all (Yeah)
1:37Nowadays I get what I want
1:38Lately been spendin' the bag
1:40Addicted to getting that cash
1:41Addicted to popping them tags
1:43Money was made for the sad
1:45Now my ex-bitch calling back
1:46Saw me come up out of random
1:48Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums
1:49Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
1:51In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
1:53I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
1:55It's nothin' new, I won't give into that
1:57I eat the hate up and spit it right back
1:59My lyrics like bullets, I'm shooting your ass
2:01Women come and go with the cash
2:03You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
2:05They gon' fold, fold under act
2:07I get my medicine straight out the bag
2:09Brand new Corvette, come through smashin' the gas
2:11They made me mad now I'm back in my bag
2:13I hope my main and my side never crash
2:15Wipe out the cat tryna dodge my past
2:17We catch that boy, then we robbin' his ass
2:19It's the principle, I don't need the cash
2:21Expensive bitches, half a million on lashes
2:23I could kick it but I don't like to brag
2:25Hoe, they done made me mad, I'm 'bout to turn up
2:27I got my glizzy, wish a nigga run up
2:29You can come get your bitch 'cause I don't want her
2:31I ran my millions up from out the corner
2:33Im the one out here doin' what I wanna
2:35My lil' bro ran it up off marijuana
2:37Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer
2:39Trap house with sport, I press it then I launch it
2:41I'm thankin' God, ain't no more free lunches
2:43Got suspended, me and [?]
2:45House up on the hill, I used to want it
2:48Now I got it, I don't even stay there
2:50I get even, I don't play fair
2:52Prolly spend me a million on haters
2:53On that talk, make 'em drop
2:55And I don't give a fuck 'bout no cops
2:57Nowadays I get what I want
2:59Lately been spendin' the bag
3:00Addicted to getting that cash
3:01Addicted to popping them tags
3:03Money was made for the sad
3:04Now my ex-bitch calling back
3:06Saw me come up out of random
3:07Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums
3:09Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
3:11In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
3:13I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
3:15It's nothin' new, I won't give into that
3:17I eat the hate up and spit it right back
3:19My lyrics like bullets, I'm shooting your ass
3:21Women come and go with the cash
3:23You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
3:25They gon' fold, fold under act
3:27I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo)
HEY! Oh-oh, woah (Wheezy outta here) Oh-oh, woah (Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up) Yeah Nowadays I get what I want Lately been spendin' the bag Addicted to getting that cash Addicted to popping them tags Money was made for the sad Now my ex-bitch calling back Saw me come up out of random Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome" I know that they hate me and want me for ransom It's nothin' new, I won't give into that I eat the hate up and spit it right back My lyrics like bullets, I'm shooting your ass Women come and go with the cash You gon' learn and learn that shit fast They gon' fold, fold under act I get my medicine straight out the back I'm a prospect, not from earth, I feel like a martian 'Matter fact, bitch, I came from a starship My bed feel like a coffin, not wakin' up If I run into opps, I'ma off 'em I don't know if you think that you stoppin' What I got goin' on, got a semi with auto on This ain't no auto-correct, bitch, this a threat Now I'm comin' at your neck Niggas act cute like a pet Soft like a Pop Tart, act like they got no heart Y'all be the ones that's pretending Insecurities, they always offended Mad about a bitch I already been in That bitch for everybody, we ain't spoke in a minute Niggas still in the picture and I'm still leavin' with her It ain't nothin', I'm a rebel I can't conform, I ain't fallin' back, no She need more, she got too attached, ha Addicted to me like I'm on one Three thousand for that new Rick Owens Walk around, look like a mummy Psychedelics hurt my tummy Swipe, swipe, I'ma get it all (Yeah) Nowadays I get what I want Lately been spendin' the bag Addicted to getting that cash Addicted to popping them tags Money was made for the sad Now my ex-bitch calling back Saw me come up out of random Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome" I know that they hate me and want me for ransom It's nothin' new, I won't give into that I eat the hate up and spit it right back My lyrics like bullets, I'm shooting your ass Women come and go with the cash You gon' learn and learn that shit fast They gon' fold, fold under act I get my medicine straight out the bag Brand new Corvette, come through smashin' the gas They made me mad now I'm back in my bag I hope my main and my side never crash Wipe out the cat tryna dodge my past We catch that boy, then we robbin' his ass It's the principle, I don't need the cash Expensive bitches, half a million on lashes I could kick it but I don't like to brag Hoe, they done made me mad, I'm 'bout to turn up I got my glizzy, wish a nigga run up You can come get your bitch 'cause I don't want her I ran my millions up from out the corner Im the one out here doin' what I wanna My lil' bro ran it up off marijuana Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer Trap house with sport, I press it then I launch it I'm thankin' God, ain't no more free lunches Got suspended, me and [?] House up on the hill, I used to want it Now I got it, I don't even stay there I get even, I don't play fair Prolly spend me a million on haters On that talk, make 'em drop And I don't give a fuck 'bout no cops Nowadays I get what I want Lately been spendin' the bag Addicted to getting that cash Addicted to popping them tags Money was made for the sad Now my ex-bitch calling back Saw me come up out of random Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome" I know that they hate me and want me for ransom It's nothin' new, I won't give into that I eat the hate up and spit it right back My lyrics like bullets, I'm shooting your ass Women come and go with the cash You gon' learn and learn that shit fast They gon' fold, fold under act I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo)
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