Gamble With My Heart
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bryson Potts/David McDowell/Jerome Grant/Jhamiel/Lukas Payne/Sterling Reynolds/Thomas Horton
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bryson Potts/David McDowell/Jerome Grant/Jhamiel/Lukas Payne/Sterling Reynolds/Thomas Horton
[00:00.00]Pipe that shit up TnT
[00:01.70]Get back on the ****ing track
[00:04.96]Wo-ah, oh-oh
[00:09.87]NLE the Top Shotta
[00:11.91]I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
[00:15.20]Eh, eh, eh, wo-oah
[00:17.97]Ay, ay, ay
[00:21.88]Sometimes I gamble with my heart
[00:23.65]I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
[00:25.45]Don't know what it started, got me askin' "where the drugs at?"
[00:28.33]Suburban hoop, cause I be posted with the Rug Rats
[00:31.22]Came up off of robbin', but my OG really soul crack
[00:34.20]Billion views up, but I still go and kill some
[00:37.00]Take one of my dawgs and Imma make sure all y'all feel one
[00:39.93]Unexpected shootout, yeah you know I'm when that drill comes
[00:42.69]Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'till you niggas come
[00:45.73]And I ain't goin' in 'till the mornin'
[00:48.02]I see a cop, I'm mournin'
[00:49.40]We leave his mamma mournin'
[00:50.84]He send a threat, ignore it
[00:52.22]The internet for corporate
[00:53.72]We leave his body corpse spread and then his breath aborted
[00:56.70]Wanna go far, but I know bullshit be stoppin' you
[00:59.78]Tell 'em keep goin' hard cause I know that's just what I would do
[01:02.48]People who pushin' through they battles, I swear I'm proud of you
[01:05.48]People who say they gon' be there for you ain't on sight of you
[01:08.41]Granny and momma happy her son havin' a baby
[01:11.27]Movin' like a don so them niggas steady hate me
[01:14.14]Momma say I'm crazy cause I'm posted with the Drac' man
[01:16.96]Tuck it in my pants, I can't let a nigga take me
[01:19.89]Life gettin' better, but sometimes it's gettin' hard
[01:22.45]People want beneficials, but they ain't play a part
[01:25.40]Turn yo' back on me we getting ready for war
[01:28.21]Backseat with this Drac', we lettin' fire off in this car
[01:31.20]Gambles, and crosses, and losses we take those
[01:34.15]If he ain't man enough, then my killers nominate those
[01:36.96]Pesos, we get even as if you owe bro
[01:39.94]Game up in a chokehold, they tellin me to let go
[01:42.82]Lately I been havin' stress all day
[01:46.41]Too many problems we face
[01:50.08]Gotta sit down and pray
[01:52.64]Eh, eh, I swear to that it's gon' be okay
[01:54.44]Sometimes I gamble with my heart
[01:55.31]I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
[01:56.92]Don't know what it started, got me askin' "where the drugs at?"
[01:59.83]Suburban hoop, cause I be posted with the Rug Rats
[02:02.69]Came up off of robbin', but my OG really soul crack
[02:05.59]Billion views up, but I still go and kill some
[02:08.41]Take one of my dawgs and Imma make sure all y'all feel one
[02:11.30]Unexpected shootout, yeah you know I'm when that drill comes
[02:14.25]Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'till you niggas come
[02:20.01]NLE the Top Shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
[02:25.06]Gon' post up to a nigga's home
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bryson Potts/David McDowell/Jerome Grant/Jhamiel/Lukas Payne/Sterling Reynolds/Thomas Horton
[00:00.00]Pipe that shit up TnT
[00:01.70]Get back on the ****ing track
[00:04.96]Wo-ah, oh-oh
[00:09.87]NLE the Top Shotta
[00:11.91]I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
[00:15.20]Eh, eh, eh, wo-oah
[00:17.97]Ay, ay, ay
[00:21.88]Sometimes I gamble with my heart
[00:23.65]I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
[00:25.45]Don't know what it started, got me askin' "where the drugs at?"
[00:28.33]Suburban hoop, cause I be posted with the Rug Rats
[00:31.22]Came up off of robbin', but my OG really soul crack
[00:34.20]Billion views up, but I still go and kill some
[00:37.00]Take one of my dawgs and Imma make sure all y'all feel one
[00:39.93]Unexpected shootout, yeah you know I'm when that drill comes
[00:42.69]Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'till you niggas come
[00:45.73]And I ain't goin' in 'till the mornin'
[00:48.02]I see a cop, I'm mournin'
[00:49.40]We leave his mamma mournin'
[00:50.84]He send a threat, ignore it
[00:52.22]The internet for corporate
[00:53.72]We leave his body corpse spread and then his breath aborted
[00:56.70]Wanna go far, but I know bullshit be stoppin' you
[00:59.78]Tell 'em keep goin' hard cause I know that's just what I would do
[01:02.48]People who pushin' through they battles, I swear I'm proud of you
[01:05.48]People who say they gon' be there for you ain't on sight of you
[01:08.41]Granny and momma happy her son havin' a baby
[01:11.27]Movin' like a don so them niggas steady hate me
[01:14.14]Momma say I'm crazy cause I'm posted with the Drac' man
[01:16.96]Tuck it in my pants, I can't let a nigga take me
[01:19.89]Life gettin' better, but sometimes it's gettin' hard
[01:22.45]People want beneficials, but they ain't play a part
[01:25.40]Turn yo' back on me we getting ready for war
[01:28.21]Backseat with this Drac', we lettin' fire off in this car
[01:31.20]Gambles, and crosses, and losses we take those
[01:34.15]If he ain't man enough, then my killers nominate those
[01:36.96]Pesos, we get even as if you owe bro
[01:39.94]Game up in a chokehold, they tellin me to let go
[01:42.82]Lately I been havin' stress all day
[01:46.41]Too many problems we face
[01:50.08]Gotta sit down and pray
[01:52.64]Eh, eh, I swear to that it's gon' be okay
[01:54.44]Sometimes I gamble with my heart
[01:55.31]I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
[01:56.92]Don't know what it started, got me askin' "where the drugs at?"
[01:59.83]Suburban hoop, cause I be posted with the Rug Rats
[02:02.69]Came up off of robbin', but my OG really soul crack
[02:05.59]Billion views up, but I still go and kill some
[02:08.41]Take one of my dawgs and Imma make sure all y'all feel one
[02:11.30]Unexpected shootout, yeah you know I'm when that drill comes
[02:14.25]Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'till you niggas come
[02:20.01]NLE the Top Shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
[02:25.06]Gon' post up to a nigga's home
作曲 : Bryson Potts/David McDowell/Jerome Grant/Jhamiel/Lukas Payne/Sterling Reynolds/Thomas Horton
作词 : Bryson Potts/David McDowell/Jerome Grant/Jhamiel/Lukas Payne/Sterling Reynolds/Thomas Horton
Pipe that shit up TnT
Get back on the ****ing track
Wo-ah, oh-oh
NLE the Top Shotta
I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Eh, eh, eh, wo-oah
Ay, ay, ay
Sometimes I gamble with my heart
I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
Don't know what it started, got me askin' "where the drugs at?"
Suburban hoop, cause I be posted with the Rug Rats
Came up off of robbin', but my OG really soul crack
Billion views up, but I still go and kill some
Take one of my dawgs and Imma make sure all y'all feel one
Unexpected shootout, yeah you know I'm when that drill comes
Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'till you niggas come
And I ain't goin' in 'till the mornin'
I see a cop, I'm mournin'
We leave his mamma mournin'
He send a threat, ignore it
The internet for corporate
We leave his body corpse spread and then his breath aborted
Wanna go far, but I know bullshit be stoppin' you
Tell 'em keep goin' hard cause I know that's just what I would do
People who pushin' through they battles, I swear I'm proud of you
People who say they gon' be there for you ain't on sight of you
Granny and momma happy her son havin' a baby
Movin' like a don so them niggas steady hate me
Momma say I'm crazy cause I'm posted with the Drac' man
Tuck it in my pants, I can't let a nigga take me
Life gettin' better, but sometimes it's gettin' hard
People want beneficials, but they ain't play a part
Turn yo' back on me we getting ready for war
Backseat with this Drac', we lettin' fire off in this car
Gambles, and crosses, and losses we take those
If he ain't man enough, then my killers nominate those
Pesos, we get even as if you owe bro
Game up in a chokehold, they tellin me to let go
Lately I been havin' stress all day
Too many problems we face
Gotta sit down and pray
Eh, eh, I swear to that it's gon' be okay
Sometimes I gamble with my heart
I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
Don't know what it started, got me askin' "where the drugs at?"
Suburban hoop, cause I be posted with the Rug Rats
Came up off of robbin', but my OG really soul crack
Billion views up, but I still go and kill some
Take one of my dawgs and Imma make sure all y'all feel one
Unexpected shootout, yeah you know I'm when that drill comes
Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'till you niggas come
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Gon' post up to a nigga's home
作词 : Bryson Potts/David McDowell/Jerome Grant/Jhamiel/Lukas Payne/Sterling Reynolds/Thomas Horton
Pipe that shit up TnT
Get back on the ****ing track
Wo-ah, oh-oh
NLE the Top Shotta
I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Eh, eh, eh, wo-oah
Ay, ay, ay
Sometimes I gamble with my heart
I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
Don't know what it started, got me askin' "where the drugs at?"
Suburban hoop, cause I be posted with the Rug Rats
Came up off of robbin', but my OG really soul crack
Billion views up, but I still go and kill some
Take one of my dawgs and Imma make sure all y'all feel one
Unexpected shootout, yeah you know I'm when that drill comes
Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'till you niggas come
And I ain't goin' in 'till the mornin'
I see a cop, I'm mournin'
We leave his mamma mournin'
He send a threat, ignore it
The internet for corporate
We leave his body corpse spread and then his breath aborted
Wanna go far, but I know bullshit be stoppin' you
Tell 'em keep goin' hard cause I know that's just what I would do
People who pushin' through they battles, I swear I'm proud of you
People who say they gon' be there for you ain't on sight of you
Granny and momma happy her son havin' a baby
Movin' like a don so them niggas steady hate me
Momma say I'm crazy cause I'm posted with the Drac' man
Tuck it in my pants, I can't let a nigga take me
Life gettin' better, but sometimes it's gettin' hard
People want beneficials, but they ain't play a part
Turn yo' back on me we getting ready for war
Backseat with this Drac', we lettin' fire off in this car
Gambles, and crosses, and losses we take those
If he ain't man enough, then my killers nominate those
Pesos, we get even as if you owe bro
Game up in a chokehold, they tellin me to let go
Lately I been havin' stress all day
Too many problems we face
Gotta sit down and pray
Eh, eh, I swear to that it's gon' be okay
Sometimes I gamble with my heart
I'm takin' chances, where my love at?
Don't know what it started, got me askin' "where the drugs at?"
Suburban hoop, cause I be posted with the Rug Rats
Came up off of robbin', but my OG really soul crack
Billion views up, but I still go and kill some
Take one of my dawgs and Imma make sure all y'all feel one
Unexpected shootout, yeah you know I'm when that drill comes
Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'till you niggas come
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Gon' post up to a nigga's home