Tom Brady
I'm Leanin'
I get buccs just like Tom Brady
Hoe I would fuck if I had time maybe
Yeah I remember when they tried to play me
Now I'm living good my life's amazing
Shit let me talk I got a lot to say
I cant let em' hold me back no way
Shit let me talk I got a lot to say
I cant let em' hold me back no way
I was dead broke but I can't go back
I'll never fold not even my racks
I don't want no one to call my phone
Hope these drugs don't take my soul
I can feel my mind been gone
Fucking with my bread then you get toast
Cashing out, I'm like fuck a loan
Whole time thought they was gang
These niggas been hatin' on me
Fam left me in the dark
They ain't even check on me
Thought I was blessed with this lil' chrome heart on my tee
I can't hate on no one that shit ain't paying me
Driving this foreign and sippin' on wok
Im screaming fuck the cops
Bitch we just came down yo block
That shit was quiet as fuck
I can't regret nothing nah
I can't dread it like a loc
Niggas faking boy they fraud
You snitching then you die thats law
Make yo life a horror like you was in saw
I get buccs just like Tom Brady
Hoe I would fuck if I had time maybe
Yeah I remember when they tried to play me
Now I'm living good my life's amazing
Shit let me talk I got a lot to say
I cant let em' hold me back no way
Shit let me talk I got a lot to say
I cant let em' hold me back no way
I get buccs just like Tom Brady
Hoe I would fuck if I had time maybe
Yeah I remember when they tried to play me
Now I'm living good my life's amazing
Shit let me talk I got a lot to say
I cant let em' hold me back no way
Shit let me talk I got a lot to say
I cant let em' hold me back no way
I was dead broke but I can't go back
I'll never fold not even my racks
I don't want no one to call my phone
Hope these drugs don't take my soul
I can feel my mind been gone
Fucking with my bread then you get toast
Cashing out, I'm like fuck a loan
Whole time thought they was gang
These niggas been hatin' on me
Fam left me in the dark
They ain't even check on me
Thought I was blessed with this lil' chrome heart on my tee
I can't hate on no one that shit ain't paying me
Driving this foreign and sippin' on wok
Im screaming fuck the cops
Bitch we just came down yo block
That shit was quiet as fuck
I can't regret nothing nah
I can't dread it like a loc
Niggas faking boy they fraud
You snitching then you die thats law
Make yo life a horror like you was in saw
I get buccs just like Tom Brady
Hoe I would fuck if I had time maybe
Yeah I remember when they tried to play me
Now I'm living good my life's amazing
Shit let me talk I got a lot to say
I cant let em' hold me back no way
Shit let me talk I got a lot to say
I cant let em' hold me back no way
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Alexander
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.