maajins - convinced lyrics
[maajins - convinced lyrics]
Yeah hey, yeah
Hey, yeah hey, yeah
Yeah hey, yeah
Hey, yeah hey, yeah
Yeah
Ay, got rich off talkin' in microphones
Had to be done, it was right or wrong
You's a bitch nigga, yeah, what side you on?
I got too many opps, I gotta slide on one
Rare denims, you can't buy you one
Left me, but I glad you gone
That lil' bitch a dancer
Smoke too many opps, got cancer
Ll' hoe, where's your manners?
Rockin', Arcteryx like Tanner
Back out a blick nigga, yeah, bananer
Shootin' the opps
Pray to my Glock, nigga, Alexander
Get off my bitch, you a fan of her
Alyx buckle, popped like a bubble
Can't remember the last time I struggled
Yeah, I hit that bitch with a shovel
All of my opps, get mixed with the rubble
Send the hoes out, nigga royal rumble
Try to run down, nigga, do not stumble
I'm in her mouth, she say I'm a tongue full
Sorry, I'm just being bluntful
Yeah, I asked that bitch, "What's up?"
No, you can't get my love
Bitch, I'm fly like dove
Talk down, get sent up
Yeah, I asked that bitch, "What's up?"
No, you can't get my love
Bitch, I'm fly like dove
Talk down, get sent up
Ay, got rich off talkin' in microphones
Had to be done, it was right or wrong
You's a bitch nigga, yeah, what side you on?
I got too many opps, I gotta slide on one
Rare denims, you can't buy you one
Left me, but Im glad you gone
Ay, got rich off talkin' in microphones
Had to be done, it was right or wrong
You's a bitch nigga, yeah, what side you on?
I got too many opps, I gotta slide on one
Rare denims, you can't buy you one
Le-eft me, but I’m glad you go-o-o-
Hey, yeah hey, yeah
Yeah hey, yeah
Hey, yeah hey, yeah
Yeah
Ay, got rich off talkin' in microphones
Had to be done, it was right or wrong
You's a bitch nigga, yeah, what side you on?
I got too many opps, I gotta slide on one
Rare denims, you can't buy you one
Left me, but I glad you gone
That lil' bitch a dancer
Smoke too many opps, got cancer
Ll' hoe, where's your manners?
Rockin', Arcteryx like Tanner
Back out a blick nigga, yeah, bananer
Shootin' the opps
Pray to my Glock, nigga, Alexander
Get off my bitch, you a fan of her
Alyx buckle, popped like a bubble
Can't remember the last time I struggled
Yeah, I hit that bitch with a shovel
All of my opps, get mixed with the rubble
Send the hoes out, nigga royal rumble
Try to run down, nigga, do not stumble
I'm in her mouth, she say I'm a tongue full
Sorry, I'm just being bluntful
Yeah, I asked that bitch, "What's up?"
No, you can't get my love
Bitch, I'm fly like dove
Talk down, get sent up
Yeah, I asked that bitch, "What's up?"
No, you can't get my love
Bitch, I'm fly like dove
Talk down, get sent up
Ay, got rich off talkin' in microphones
Had to be done, it was right or wrong
You's a bitch nigga, yeah, what side you on?
I got too many opps, I gotta slide on one
Rare denims, you can't buy you one
Left me, but Im glad you gone
Ay, got rich off talkin' in microphones
Had to be done, it was right or wrong
You's a bitch nigga, yeah, what side you on?
I got too many opps, I gotta slide on one
Rare denims, you can't buy you one
Le-eft me, but I’m glad you go-o-o-