Cheat Code Songtext
von Key!
Cheat Code Songtext
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Okay I′m a cheat code
Okay, got me a meme but the men I meet though
Ayy I wore Sanze Dicky's pants ′cause I'm on my grind
Ayy, you ain't talkin′ bout money or the cash, why you on my line?
This shit get dark like tar like the boy like turpentine
Ayy, tell my kids we ain′t goin' out like squares
I know my name like Earl, that shit be everywhere
She don′t want to leave the bed, shoot that shit like heaven
I think I shot that dude, I'm just like Devin
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
When I ain′t get no money, that's when shit get personal, okay
It ain′t about where you ain't been, it's about where you ′gon go
I know if I got the Benz, shawty she ′gon be here for sure
Ayy, I need you as a witness, tellin' ′em it was lit
Ayy, we was in the kitchen, it felt like the vip
Ayy, fifty dollar Bloods, a hundred dollar Crips
Okay, the only presidents deals don't deal with politics
Okay, I need her to purr, I′m a lunatic
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Ayy, Smash
The fuck you mean you don't know DJ Marc B?
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Okay I′m a cheat code
Okay, got me a meme but the men I meet though
Ayy I wore Sanze Dicky's pants ′cause I'm on my grind
Ayy, you ain't talkin′ bout money or the cash, why you on my line?
This shit get dark like tar like the boy like turpentine
Ayy, tell my kids we ain′t goin' out like squares
I know my name like Earl, that shit be everywhere
She don′t want to leave the bed, shoot that shit like heaven
I think I shot that dude, I'm just like Devin
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
When I ain′t get no money, that's when shit get personal, okay
It ain′t about where you ain't been, it's about where you ′gon go
I know if I got the Benz, shawty she ′gon be here for sure
Ayy, I need you as a witness, tellin' ′em it was lit
Ayy, we was in the kitchen, it felt like the vip
Ayy, fifty dollar Bloods, a hundred dollar Crips
Okay, the only presidents deals don't deal with politics
Okay, I need her to purr, I′m a lunatic
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Left down, right up
Ayy, Smash
The fuck you mean you don't know DJ Marc B?
Writer(s): Key!, Konstantinos Latos, Marcus Bennett, Marquis Whittaker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com