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von 10r & PRODBYJXN
no (i)dea Songtext
Fuck
10r
Yeah
M-m-m-my (plug) locked up
I′m screaming fuck the DEA
Shit, I feel like Pablo
'Cos No More Parties in LA (Parties in LA, aye)
Nigga feel like Chapo (chop-chop a nigga)
I made it spray, shit
I′m havin' nightmares
Clear all the shadows out my brain
Got no idea what's going on
I′m in my head
Got no idea what′s going on
I'm seeing red, nigga
Am I crazy?
What′s going on?
Shit it's the feds
They do a sweep
And they lock shit down
Oh, no
If I get caught for selling drugs
I′ma beat the fucking case
Wanna be a millionaire
So the bag I always chase, shit
I never been to court
But if I do I'm on defence
I don′t need a lawyer
Fuck an attorney
That shit a scam
Convince the jury all on my own
I show em' what I am (nah-nah, yuh)
Then I destroy the evidence
But if I get convicted, shit
Then I'm stuck up in a web
This b(i)g ass spider on my head
Arachnophobia, need help
Eight legs, eight eyes
Two bust-down buckles on my belt (belt belt belt)
Yeah
They got me locked up in a jail
I ain′t got no windows
In my solitary cell
So I cannot see the light
I′m bumpin' niggas
Like it′s brail
Lambo interior slime green like YSL
He a snake up in the grass
I knew he was gon' tell
They say "skin em′ and bin em'"
I still got love, I wish em′ well
They got my eyes tearing up
When I leave I'm raisin' hell, naw
M-m-m-my (plug) locked up
I′m screaming fuck the DEA
Shit, I feel like Pablo
′Cos No More Parties in LA (Parties in LA, aye)
Nigga feel like Chapo (chop-chop a nigga)
I made it spray, shit
I'm havin′ nightmares
Clear all the shadows out my brain
Got no idea what's going on
I′m in my head
Got no idea what's going on
Im seeing red, nigga
Am I crazy?
What′s going on?
Shit it's the feds
They do a sweep
And they lock shit down
Oh, no
When the earth swallows me whole
When the flesh falls from off my bones
I just want you to know
I did the best I could
Without, growing old
No idea you were ready to go
I'm not ready to go
So I′ll stay a lil while
And a lil while more
I need something else to fill the hole
No idea you were ready to go
No idea you were ready to go
I′m not ready to go
I'm not ready to-
10r
Yeah
M-m-m-my (plug) locked up
I′m screaming fuck the DEA
Shit, I feel like Pablo
'Cos No More Parties in LA (Parties in LA, aye)
Nigga feel like Chapo (chop-chop a nigga)
I made it spray, shit
I′m havin' nightmares
Clear all the shadows out my brain
Got no idea what's going on
I′m in my head
Got no idea what′s going on
I'm seeing red, nigga
Am I crazy?
What′s going on?
Shit it's the feds
They do a sweep
And they lock shit down
Oh, no
If I get caught for selling drugs
I′ma beat the fucking case
Wanna be a millionaire
So the bag I always chase, shit
I never been to court
But if I do I'm on defence
I don′t need a lawyer
Fuck an attorney
That shit a scam
Convince the jury all on my own
I show em' what I am (nah-nah, yuh)
Then I destroy the evidence
But if I get convicted, shit
Then I'm stuck up in a web
This b(i)g ass spider on my head
Arachnophobia, need help
Eight legs, eight eyes
Two bust-down buckles on my belt (belt belt belt)
Yeah
They got me locked up in a jail
I ain′t got no windows
In my solitary cell
So I cannot see the light
I′m bumpin' niggas
Like it′s brail
Lambo interior slime green like YSL
He a snake up in the grass
I knew he was gon' tell
They say "skin em′ and bin em'"
I still got love, I wish em′ well
They got my eyes tearing up
When I leave I'm raisin' hell, naw
M-m-m-my (plug) locked up
I′m screaming fuck the DEA
Shit, I feel like Pablo
′Cos No More Parties in LA (Parties in LA, aye)
Nigga feel like Chapo (chop-chop a nigga)
I made it spray, shit
I'm havin′ nightmares
Clear all the shadows out my brain
Got no idea what's going on
I′m in my head
Got no idea what's going on
Im seeing red, nigga
Am I crazy?
What′s going on?
Shit it's the feds
They do a sweep
And they lock shit down
Oh, no
When the earth swallows me whole
When the flesh falls from off my bones
I just want you to know
I did the best I could
Without, growing old
No idea you were ready to go
I'm not ready to go
So I′ll stay a lil while
And a lil while more
I need something else to fill the hole
No idea you were ready to go
No idea you were ready to go
I′m not ready to go
I'm not ready to-
Writer(s): Jonathan Al Hachache, Rio Cebolo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
