lirik lagu no difference – t e s t p r e s s
[pre*chorus]
what’s a quarter ticket? boy, i’m tryna make a million
you’ve been on like a hundred glides and never done no drillings
finessed a few, so if i want that, gotta pay for dinners
they never pay and that’s one reason why i hate opinions
[chorus]
free my **** jammed, still get money, that don’t make no difference
difference is when them **** locked, they don’t make no figures
b*tch, i got so much hoes, losin’ you don’t make no difference
i got beef with so much **** beefin’ you don’t make no diffеrence
[post*chorus]
beefin’ you don’t make no diffеrence
i got beef with so much
beefin’ you don’t make no difference
beefin’ you don’t make no difference
i got beef with so much
beefin’ you don’t make no difference
[verse 1]
good food and be on time,, that’s how you keep it ringin’
can’t tell my ****, “chill,” just gotta watch and keep on chingin’
heard he’s in jail for punchin’ up and kickin’ down his missus
d*ck inside her somethin’, that’s the only time l’m beatin’ women
when i die, my guys are liars if they don’t say, “he the realest”
go dubai, put two racks aside, that’s just for speedin’ tickets
i can’t lie, when my **** died, that had me grievin’ different
stick my rambo in and out his chest and now he’s breathin’ different
[pre*chorus]
what’s a quarter ticket? boy, i’m tryna make a million
you’ve been on like a hundred glides and never done no drillings
finessed a few, so if i want that, gotta pay for dinners
they never pay and that’s one reason why i hate opinions
[chorus]
free my **** jammed, still get money, that don’t make no difference
difference is when them **** locked, they don’t make no figures
b*tch, i got so much hoes, losin’ you don’t make no difference
i got beef with so much **** beefin’ you don’t make no difference
[post*chorus]
beefin’ you don’t make no difference
i got beef with so much
beefin’ you don’t make no difference
beefin’ you don’t make no difference
i got beef with so much
beefin’ you don’t make no difference
[verse 2]
i’ve never seen your gun, you’re always talkin’ ’bout a scram
he never went on holiday, somehow, he’s got a tan
i wasted credit on this girl when i was in the can
had couple plans, came home just to find out that she’s got a man
d*mn, put my feelings to the side so l can work it better
fifteen inch up in my palm, plus, i can work the presser
i should be gone and clear by the time they’re freein’ terra
she gave me so much brain, i’m on the verge of bein’ clever
be*beat
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