On my knees greatful to God for times like this
Even at my lowest I could still afford a whip
I take rhythm to the street With every bar I spit
Whispers in the wind a lyrical decree
Uh yeah suck a nigga dick or something
She told she was on her way , I hope she coming.
Bitch you know that shit was coming
I hold her told her your niggas running
Niggas fold like cookout plate they ain't tough they just spitting
Down bad on my lonely then I came up now you miss me
Pulled up on this niggas put a chase on those who diss me
We gon pull up with the bosses we just came out for some big deals
Expensive pain I don't care what a hoe says
Verses rich like the soil I'm the king of toxic love I ain't gonna fall Kanye got my love
Fraud gotta stop Hiroshima with the bomb
Feeling down today but I'd be better Tomorrow.
Love my homies down to death bitch I ain't talking homo. Counting all these guala bitch We finna raise the big score ain't no disco
I'm still hoods I'm still moving with my witnesses
If you ain't talkin about that money you pussy ass
Nigga Throttle hard on that Tonka boy it's big flexing
Twin Perkies twin glocks twin big benzes
My homies bomb for fun 4 4matic engine roar
Knock knock who is at the door
The plug gotta come
Party never stop
Her head game was a flop
And her ponytail blonde
No cape but we finna rescue
You ain't gotta sneeze but baby imma bless you
She told me she a hard girl I said hell you
Baby tell me what this pretty face girl can do
Shawty got her insides ran up like a train station.
I won't fall for all this thoty she my main station
I'm Tryna feed my nation we be on that gain ration
I ain't fold under no pressure ya insane passion
Came back to my main bitch got the sides feelings crushed
Stayed down till I came up and the gold was absurd
Conspired out of jealousy got my girl thinking wrong
Standing tall on business big guala can't keep up
All my pocket full and my homies at the top
All my bank read in Mille all 7figure fizzy
I got no AMG just two whip and my meat
I found my peace may the melody increase
This niggas can't beat me
I be in my space a lot
I'm famous but I'm hidden smoking Zaza leaves I'm geeked alot
Took lean cup in the kitchen not mixing money and bitches
Me and my niggas we ain't snitches for this riches
Theories (feat. Elroy & Metron xx) Video (MV)
Performed By: K0la23
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Ikekhua Michael, Isama Elroy, Louis Collins
K0la23 - Theories (feat. Elroy & Metron xx) Lyrics
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On my knees greatful to God for times like this
Even at my lowest I could still afford a whip
I take rhythm to the street With every bar I spit
Whispers in the wind a lyrical decree
Uh yeah suck a nigga dick or something
She told she was on her way , I hope she coming.
Bitch you know that shit was coming
I hold her told her your niggas running
Niggas fold like cookout plate they ain't tough they just spitting
Down bad on my lonely then I came up now you miss me
Pulled up on this niggas put a chase on those who diss me
We gon pull up with the bosses we just came out for some big deals
Expensive pain I don't care what a hoe says
Verses rich like the soil I'm the king of toxic love I ain't gonna fall Kanye got my love
Fraud gotta stop Hiroshima with the bomb
Feeling down today but I'd be better Tomorrow.
Love my homies down to death bitch I ain't talking homo. Counting all these guala bitch We finna raise the big score ain't no disco
I'm still hoods I'm still moving with my witnesses
If you ain't talkin about that money you pussy ass
Nigga Throttle hard on that Tonka boy it's big flexing
Twin Perkies twin glocks twin big benzes
My homies bomb for fun 4 4matic engine roar
Knock knock who is at the door
The plug gotta come
Party never stop
Her head game was a flop
And her ponytail blonde
No cape but we finna rescue
You ain't gotta sneeze but baby imma bless you
She told me she a hard girl I said hell you
Baby tell me what this pretty face girl can do
Shawty got her insides ran up like a train station.
I won't fall for all this thoty she my main station
I'm Tryna feed my nation we be on that gain ration
I ain't fold under no pressure ya insane passion
Came back to my main bitch got the sides feelings crushed
Stayed down till I came up and the gold was absurd
Conspired out of jealousy got my girl thinking wrong
Standing tall on business big guala can't keep up
All my pocket full and my homies at the top
All my bank read in Mille all 7figure fizzy
I got no AMG just two whip and my meat
I found my peace may the melody increase
This niggas can't beat me
I be in my space a lot
I'm famous but I'm hidden smoking Zaza leaves I'm geeked alot
Took lean cup in the kitchen not mixing money and bitches
Me and my niggas we ain't snitches for this riches
Even at my lowest I could still afford a whip
I take rhythm to the street With every bar I spit
Whispers in the wind a lyrical decree
Uh yeah suck a nigga dick or something
She told she was on her way , I hope she coming.
Bitch you know that shit was coming
I hold her told her your niggas running
Niggas fold like cookout plate they ain't tough they just spitting
Down bad on my lonely then I came up now you miss me
Pulled up on this niggas put a chase on those who diss me
We gon pull up with the bosses we just came out for some big deals
Expensive pain I don't care what a hoe says
Verses rich like the soil I'm the king of toxic love I ain't gonna fall Kanye got my love
Fraud gotta stop Hiroshima with the bomb
Feeling down today but I'd be better Tomorrow.
Love my homies down to death bitch I ain't talking homo. Counting all these guala bitch We finna raise the big score ain't no disco
I'm still hoods I'm still moving with my witnesses
If you ain't talkin about that money you pussy ass
Nigga Throttle hard on that Tonka boy it's big flexing
Twin Perkies twin glocks twin big benzes
My homies bomb for fun 4 4matic engine roar
Knock knock who is at the door
The plug gotta come
Party never stop
Her head game was a flop
And her ponytail blonde
No cape but we finna rescue
You ain't gotta sneeze but baby imma bless you
She told me she a hard girl I said hell you
Baby tell me what this pretty face girl can do
Shawty got her insides ran up like a train station.
I won't fall for all this thoty she my main station
I'm Tryna feed my nation we be on that gain ration
I ain't fold under no pressure ya insane passion
Came back to my main bitch got the sides feelings crushed
Stayed down till I came up and the gold was absurd
Conspired out of jealousy got my girl thinking wrong
Standing tall on business big guala can't keep up
All my pocket full and my homies at the top
All my bank read in Mille all 7figure fizzy
I got no AMG just two whip and my meat
I found my peace may the melody increase
This niggas can't beat me
I be in my space a lot
I'm famous but I'm hidden smoking Zaza leaves I'm geeked alot
Took lean cup in the kitchen not mixing money and bitches
Me and my niggas we ain't snitches for this riches
Writer: Ikekhua Michael, Isama Elroy, Louis Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid