‎vanidied – Picky

Letra “‎vanidied – Picky” Official Lyrics


Intro

Slayworld Soldier
Cody, pass me the strap
He never showed up
BenjiCold, why you icey?


Chorus

Yeah, everyday I’m feelin’ different, a nigga really wanna get it
I ain’t never tryna fit it, I just make sure that you feel me
And we pulled up lookin’ fancy
And shout out my real niggas, we hoppin’ right up out that Bentley
And I came through with my gang, only people really fit me
And I came with my real shooter, yeah, I know that you hear me
And I know that she wanna get with me
Keep it a hundred, not fifty, owen on my feet, they Ricky
All the money on me, I’m picky, yeah, Vlone Runtz, it’s sticky


Verse

We gon’ ride out, she just shot out with that Glock
You not my gang, you just my bitch, give me top
I told my bro get off the drugs, nigga drinkin’ lean with the rock
Yeah, we had that fun, we should run it back one more time
I don’t really want no-one because you were the love of my life
I don’t really want no-one because you were the love of my life
I don’t wanna waste no time, pull up at my crib and get high
Nigga, he tryna run up, he can get put in the ground, nigga, with that fire
You could tell me whatever you want, if you really fuck with me, please don’t lie
I know that I want loyalty, but I’m not trippin’, you ain’t mine
I’m the only nigga with my grind
Tell me you mine, better be mine
You could walk out my life, that’s fine
‘Cause I don’t care at the same time
Yeah, I don’t care at the same time
Yeah, I don’t care at the same time
You could walk out my life, that’s fine (BenjiCold, why you icey?)


Chorus

Yeah, everyday I’m feelin’ different, a nigga really wanna get it (Cody, pass me the strap)
I ain’t never tryna fit it, I just make sure that you feel me
And we pulled up lookin’ fancy
And shout out my real niggas, we hoppin’ right up out that Bentley (He never showed up)
And I came through with my gang, only people really fit me
And I came with my real shooter, yeah, I know that you hear me
And I know that she wanna get with me
Keep it a hundred, not fifty, owen on my feet, they Ricky
All the money on me, I’m picky, yeah, Vlone Runtz, it’s sticky


Outro

Oh-oh, oh
Yeah, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

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