Kuru, ericdoa - resolve lyrics
[Kuru, ericdoa - resolve lyrics]
You don't wanna talk more shit
I don't really give a fuck what you say
Couldn't really give a shit, what you think
(yeah)
You say that you're counting the racks
Like I'm in my bag
I guess that's my resolve i don't know
I guess I gotta prove wrong again
Friends by my side
And you texting me sayin' you
Really wanna fucking try
I'm with kuru, he want me to stay low
B-bitch I'm always getting bread
Like straight up (I want you)
Walk inside the club like I want to
Baby I don't want you
(What you know about me?)
She like "Dante, why don't you stay a while?"
Posted with my brothers in the back sippin
I think that boy out of breath
Think he ran a mile cr-Crazy, yeah
I know that you gon' take his style
Pleasе don't ask me when I'm coming home
And you won't catch mе, bitch, I'm in my zone
Don't text me when I'm running home, oh, oh
You don't wanna talk more shit
I don't really give a fuck what you say
Couldn't really give a shit, what you think
(yeah)
You say that you're counting the racks
Like I'm in my bag
I guess that's my resolve
I don't know, you still gotta prove wrong
Friends by my side
And you texting me sayin' you
Really wanna fucking try
Yeah, uh, I know you hate me
I don't really give a fuck
Bitch, I've gotten lazy
And I'm sorry that you're jealous
Figure it out you're a bitch times two
I'm with and we kickin shit like
He can't his mouth shut
Put his pockets so small
And it sucks, you're a bitch
And your friends don't like you
I got a bat in the back
In case I need to fight you
Bitch, bitch, bitch bitch woah
I don't really give a fuck what you say
Couldn't really give a shit, what you think
(yeah)
You say that you're counting the racks
Like I'm in my bag
I guess that's my resolve i don't know
I guess I gotta prove wrong again
Friends by my side
And you texting me sayin' you
Really wanna fucking try
I'm with kuru, he want me to stay low
B-bitch I'm always getting bread
Like straight up (I want you)
Walk inside the club like I want to
Baby I don't want you
(What you know about me?)
She like "Dante, why don't you stay a while?"
Posted with my brothers in the back sippin
I think that boy out of breath
Think he ran a mile cr-Crazy, yeah
I know that you gon' take his style
Pleasе don't ask me when I'm coming home
And you won't catch mе, bitch, I'm in my zone
Don't text me when I'm running home, oh, oh
You don't wanna talk more shit
I don't really give a fuck what you say
Couldn't really give a shit, what you think
(yeah)
You say that you're counting the racks
Like I'm in my bag
I guess that's my resolve
I don't know, you still gotta prove wrong
Friends by my side
And you texting me sayin' you
Really wanna fucking try
Yeah, uh, I know you hate me
I don't really give a fuck
Bitch, I've gotten lazy
And I'm sorry that you're jealous
Figure it out you're a bitch times two
I'm with and we kickin shit like
He can't his mouth shut
Put his pockets so small
And it sucks, you're a bitch
And your friends don't like you
I got a bat in the back
In case I need to fight you
Bitch, bitch, bitch bitch woah