Lil Shine - snow keep fallin lyrics
[Lil Shine - snow keep fallin lyrics]
How I walked in with a pistol tucked
Pistol tucked (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm countin' up racks, I
Ain't sayin too much, sayin' too much
Yeah, I try my best, I ain't give no love
give no love
Why you gotta act like that you doing
Too much doing too much (I like money)
Is this a mistake
How long is this finna take
But you got me lookin' like a lame
Promise me you wouldn't gotta get my bag
I ain't going out sad (Bitch)
Yeah, the money too tall like a tree
Bro I was in too deep
And I went from the Scatpack
To Hellcat to the SRT, jeep
I said, "Look up at the stars, yeah
They shining"
Fuck the, fuck the memories, swear to God
It's perfect timing
And I ain't got time for no date
I had to put a bitch in her placе
Yeah, I ride a hunnid down the planе
Fuck the jakes
He said he got a lil' money that's fine
And she pull up and I'm breakin' her spine
Been sippin' red out the double cup
We pouring down like we sippin' Wock'
Smoking fye
I hit the blunt and now it's over
I keep on picking up the phone but it's over
I ain't touched a cup since about October
Yeah, we never sober, drank
I'm moving slower
I pop this Perc just like a seal
Shit getting real
I sip lean when I eat meals
Anxiety giving me chills
Stop texting my phone
Don't wanna fuck want the bitch
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many clothes
How I walked in with a pistol tucked
Pistol tucked (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm countin' up racks, I
Ain't sayin too much, sayin' too much
Yeah, I try my best, I ain't give no love
Give no love
Why you gotta act like that you doing
Too much doing too much (I like money)
Is this a mistake
How long is this finna take
But you got me lookin' like a lame
Promise me you wouldn't gotta get my bag
I ain't going out sad (Bitch)
(Bitch) smoking fye
I hit the blunt and now it's over
I keep on picking up the phone but it's over
I ain't touched a cup since about October
Yeah, we never sober, drank
I'm moving slower (Bitch)
Pistol tucked (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm countin' up racks, I
Ain't sayin too much, sayin' too much
Yeah, I try my best, I ain't give no love
give no love
Why you gotta act like that you doing
Too much doing too much (I like money)
Is this a mistake
How long is this finna take
But you got me lookin' like a lame
Promise me you wouldn't gotta get my bag
I ain't going out sad (Bitch)
Yeah, the money too tall like a tree
Bro I was in too deep
And I went from the Scatpack
To Hellcat to the SRT, jeep
I said, "Look up at the stars, yeah
They shining"
Fuck the, fuck the memories, swear to God
It's perfect timing
And I ain't got time for no date
I had to put a bitch in her placе
Yeah, I ride a hunnid down the planе
Fuck the jakes
He said he got a lil' money that's fine
And she pull up and I'm breakin' her spine
Been sippin' red out the double cup
We pouring down like we sippin' Wock'
Smoking fye
I hit the blunt and now it's over
I keep on picking up the phone but it's over
I ain't touched a cup since about October
Yeah, we never sober, drank
I'm moving slower
I pop this Perc just like a seal
Shit getting real
I sip lean when I eat meals
Anxiety giving me chills
Stop texting my phone
Don't wanna fuck want the bitch
I got way too many hoes
I got way too many clothes
How I walked in with a pistol tucked
Pistol tucked (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm countin' up racks, I
Ain't sayin too much, sayin' too much
Yeah, I try my best, I ain't give no love
Give no love
Why you gotta act like that you doing
Too much doing too much (I like money)
Is this a mistake
How long is this finna take
But you got me lookin' like a lame
Promise me you wouldn't gotta get my bag
I ain't going out sad (Bitch)
(Bitch) smoking fye
I hit the blunt and now it's over
I keep on picking up the phone but it's over
I ain't touched a cup since about October
Yeah, we never sober, drank
I'm moving slower (Bitch)