Nardo Wick – Me or Sum Lyrics
[Part I]
[Intro: Future]
Drop your location, she think she me or sum’ (Hendrix)
Put on my chains, now she think she me or sum’
She keep a Glock in her bag, she think …
[Part I]
[Intro: Future]
Drop your location, she think she me or sum’ (Hendrix)
Put on my chains, now she think she me or sum’
She keep a Glock in her bag, she think …
[Verse 1]
You said, “Speak from your mind
The words that it finds
Come out of your soul, a part of the whole”
You said, “What does it change?
Both of us know
After tonight, there …
[TONY]
Maria…
The most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard:
Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria…
All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single word:
Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria…
Maria, Maria…
Maria!
I’ve just met a girl named Maria
And …
[Verse 1]
What happens in dreams where we fly?
Never been as high as tonight
Staring through a window in time
For someone to show me what I’m like
He said, “Hello”, it’s like a …
[Verse 1]
Oh-oh-oh, every little smile hides a little lie
Could cut the silence with a knife
Subatomic bliss is nothing left to miss
It’s just empty Russian roulette
[Pre-Chorus]
Try to brush it off my …
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don’t wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don’t wanna stress (Woah)
But I can’t help it thinkin’ if I lose the rest (Oh, woah)
And I can’t help it, I don’t wanna stress (Oh, woah)
But I can’t help it, hey (Oh, oh)
No, no, no
[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Rocky Balboa, I’m boxin’ with ya, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don’t know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I told her buy Huaraches for me (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Skeletons out the closet for me, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don’t know if I wanna expose this to you (Oh, you)
I don’t know if I wanna caress you (Oh, oh)
Wonder what I wanna do with you, girl (Oh, woah)
Don’t know what I wanna would do with you
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Well, it’s that gat toting, pistol holding, nigga on your damn street
Pussy nigga usually pop a trigger if the hand speak
Lackluster, I’ma smack suckers this year
I’ma make a hundred thousand racks of this here
Do the math, hunnid million for the slow ones in the class
Type of bags I be gettin’ be too big to pay in cash
Send it wide, send it fast, ‘fore I might just change my mind
Nowadays a million dollars barely worth a nigga time
I ain’t sayin’ that I’m the richest, nigga, that’s in this shit (But I’m one of them)
Barely check my account, nigga, I’m admittin’ it (I don’t give a fuck)
Fuck around with my bread, bet you I’ma find out (I’ma catch a nigga)
Couple niggas I deaded, know what I’m talkin’ about
Nigga don’t play with me, I got a wife, I got a baby to feed
I got a momma to spoil, I got a brother, got a few legal fees
I got a daddy and shit, medical bills, credit to fix, people to pay, label to run
You play with your life or you play with my funds, nigga
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don’t wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don’t wanna stress (Woah)
But I can’t help it thinkin’ if I lose the rest (Oh, woah)
And I can’t help it, I don’t wanna stress (Oh, woah)
But I can’t help it, hey (Oh, oh)
No, no, no
[Bridge: J. Cole & T-Shyne]
Old sweats, road, jets, tote TECs, no flex
Bad bitches, no let’s, on deck, broke, next
Pill popper, square niggas bare witness (Oh)
Blunt twisters, fuck niggas (Oh, got me stressed)
[Verse 2: T-Shyne]
I’ve been stressin’ ’cause I still ain’t buy my dad a house (Stressin’)
I’ve been stressin’ ’cause my girl said “We can’t work it out”
I know some people that start sinnin’ as soon as church get out
And I don’t think like I used to think, ’cause I’m older now
When you broke, you doin’ more for less, you ain’t findin’ no success
Sad to say my girl just left, and I really love her to death
Told her I can’t call her my ex, ’cause I feel like we ain’t finished yet
I just text her phone and I said “Are you out your feelings yet?”
And my brother, he just called and need that lawyer money
They said he did it, but I know he didn’t
But you need O. J. money when you tryna get acquitted (Yeah)
This shit is sickenin’, nobody listen when you imprisoned
I was hangin’ on the corner with some Jordan’s on, no designer
Servin’ up that white girl, back then we called her “Fine China”
I was lookin’ for a bad bitch, but I didn’t know where to find her
All this pressure and this stress make me a diamond
I’m just tryna show love, some people never grow up
Sometimes I wish I could trust, but that’s how feelings get crushed
I used to ride on the train, I used to ride on the bus
They wanna hang with the gang but, no, they not one of us
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