Sinner - Samara Cyn.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : PoWR Trav/Tommy Parker/Samara Cyn
[00:01.000] 作曲 : PoWR Trav/Tommy Parker/Samara Cyn
[00:05.218]Say, don't **** with me
[00:07.559]Don’t ****, uh
[00:08.432]Don't **** with me, uh
[00:16.262]Huh
[00:21.376]Okay, shit
[00:22.374]Don't **** with me ’less you ready for this problem ('Less you ready for this shit, man)
[00:24.790]Mama always taught me you don't start those, you solve 'em (You ain't ready for this shit, man)
[00:27.748]Mink, mink goblin, finish 'em, they wobblin'
[00:30.437]Okay, chill, they fallin', damn, Cyn, get off her
[00:33.193]I’m a prophet, don’t take shit, won't harm shit
[00:35.563]Can’t take the play, don't you jump in this ball pit
[00:38.048]Used to work at Harbor Freight, but now this my office
[00:40.805]Can you believe they pay me all this money just to talk shit?
[00:43.612]Lil' bitch, I'm vibin’, lil' bitch, we mobbin' (Yeah)
[00:46.369]All in God timin', well, goddamn, I'm shinin'
[00:49.134]On these records, this ain't silver, ho, it's white gold
[00:51.609]Wait 'til I get them diamonds, it's gon' be a chokеhold, KO
[00:54.988]I'm a hoochie, I'm a sellout
[00:57.480]Smell likе shit every time it's me they talk 'bout
[01:00.342]I'm a born sinner, better get that gone
[01:03.257]Eighty-five, burnin' rubber 'til I get back home, uh
[01:06.821]And bitter is the fruit that fell early
[01:09.057]Slither with these snakes on me, Lord, have mercy
[01:12.511]Hands in this chicken, no Church's
[01:14.749]Throwin' up to purge it, Lord, forgive me for these urges
[01:28.009]Uh, so who the **** I look like if I slow up now? (Uh)
[01:31.955]Talkin' out they neck, but my foot calmed that down (Uh)
[01:34.655]Used to let that slide just to keep folks around
[01:37.147]Now I keep the scissors in my bag in case they get loud
[01:39.721]We pipe that smoke down, uh (Yeah), don't get me rowdy
[01:42.730]These hoes can't rap with me, say that shit proudly
[01:45.612]Bad, bad, Mike Lowrey
[01:47.035]Servin' face and seasoned, bitch, I even brought my Lawry's
[01:49.672]They like my lil' voice, they think that shit sweet
[01:52.282]They think they gon' beat this lil' caramel coochie (Please)
[01:56.326]Well, bitch, I'm the new-age Eve
[01:58.321]Forbidden gems up my sleeve next to that .380
[02:01.307]I'm a hoochie, I'm a sellout
[02:03.868]Smell like shit every time it's me they talk 'bout
[02:06.655]I'm a born sinner, better get that gone
[02:09.406]Eighty-five, burnin' rubber 'til I get back home, uh
[02:12.891]And bitter is the fruit that fell early
[02:15.234]Slither with these snakes on me, Lord, have mercy
[02:18.780]Hands in this chicken, no Church's
[02:20.889]Throwin' up to purge it, Lord, forgive me for these urges (Goddamn)
文本歌词
作词 : PoWR Trav/Tommy Parker/Samara Cyn
作曲 : PoWR Trav/Tommy Parker/Samara Cyn
Say, don't **** with me
Don’t ****, uh
Don't **** with me, uh
Huh
Okay, shit
Don't **** with me ’less you ready for this problem ('Less you ready for this shit, man)
Mama always taught me you don't start those, you solve 'em (You ain't ready for this shit, man)
Mink, mink goblin, finish 'em, they wobblin'
Okay, chill, they fallin', damn, Cyn, get off her
I’m a prophet, don’t take shit, won't harm shit
Can’t take the play, don't you jump in this ball pit
Used to work at Harbor Freight, but now this my office
Can you believe they pay me all this money just to talk shit?
Lil' bitch, I'm vibin’, lil' bitch, we mobbin' (Yeah)
All in God timin', well, goddamn, I'm shinin'
On these records, this ain't silver, ho, it's white gold
Wait 'til I get them diamonds, it's gon' be a chokеhold, KO
I'm a hoochie, I'm a sellout
Smell likе shit every time it's me they talk 'bout
I'm a born sinner, better get that gone
Eighty-five, burnin' rubber 'til I get back home, uh
And bitter is the fruit that fell early
Slither with these snakes on me, Lord, have mercy
Hands in this chicken, no Church's
Throwin' up to purge it, Lord, forgive me for these urges
Uh, so who the **** I look like if I slow up now? (Uh)
Talkin' out they neck, but my foot calmed that down (Uh)
Used to let that slide just to keep folks around
Now I keep the scissors in my bag in case they get loud
We pipe that smoke down, uh (Yeah), don't get me rowdy
These hoes can't rap with me, say that shit proudly
Bad, bad, Mike Lowrey
Servin' face and seasoned, bitch, I even brought my Lawry's
They like my lil' voice, they think that shit sweet
They think they gon' beat this lil' caramel coochie (Please)
Well, bitch, I'm the new-age Eve
Forbidden gems up my sleeve next to that .380
I'm a hoochie, I'm a sellout
Smell like shit every time it's me they talk 'bout
I'm a born sinner, better get that gone
Eighty-five, burnin' rubber 'til I get back home, uh
And bitter is the fruit that fell early
Slither with these snakes on me, Lord, have mercy
Hands in this chicken, no Church's
Throwin' up to purge it, Lord, forgive me for these urges (Goddamn)