ฟังเพลงDisciples

Disciples - Quavo

Lyrics by：Oriel Bitton/Quavious Keyate Marshall/Shane Lindstrom

Composed by：Oriel Bitton/Quavious Keyate Marshall/Shane Lindstrom

Produced by：Bitton/Murda Beatz

This year I can't play with y'all niggas

I'm just sayin'

I just had my heart froze

And now I close my hand close

I ain't got nothin' to give

Niggas out here playin' playin'

I know it's been some years

But now I'm takin' xans pop it pop it

All tears for my mans tears

Wipe my eyes then start layin' wipe it

Don't be talkin' somebody watchin' shh

Get off the phone somebody

Clockin' what we doin'

Somebody hop in the whip let's slide

Skrrt skrrt

Ain't no demon we disciples 'ciples

Malcolm had a rifle had to roll up

In some bible paper yeah brr

That's my ***** I told her Suck it later

Call you back call you back

We got some **** we got to handle

Baby handle that handle that

If you ain't his Unc' I don't

Expect you to say ****

I'ma shoot my shot if

I get my chance I take it

Ain't no Muslim I need all the

Bacon I need all the cash

I'ma trap right here 'til the

Block gets vacant uh uh the blue

Now it turned into survival survive

I don't trust nothin' but my

Family and my rifle nothin'

I ain't payin' attention to

Nobody but my rivals nope

I ain't know I had that many

Bosses in my iPhone

Huh huh please don't tell

On me no way Holmes no way

Huh huh I'ma always find

You a way home swear

I got a big old bag I gotta

Keep a bag of that dog ****

Dirty money wash my hands with

Dirty money and wash it clean

Everybody know I'm gon' ignite

The way them birds sing brr

Preachin' nothin' violence

With my gun Huncho Luther King woo

What you wanna be you wanna

Be a gangster or a chief

Long as I live and I breathe

You can't take my seat huncho

This year I can't play with y'all niggas

I'm just sayin' just sayin'

I just had my heart froze

And now I close my hand close

I ain't got nothin' to give

Niggas out here playin' playin'

I know it's been some years

But now I'm takin' xans pop it pop it

All tears for my mans tears

Wipe my eyes then start layin'

Don't be talkin' somebody watchin'

Get off the phone somebody

Clockin' what we doin' somebody clockin'

Somebody hop in the whip

Let's slide skrrt skrrt

Ain't no demon we disciples 'ciples

Malcolm had a rifle had to

Roll up in some bible paper yeah brr

That's my ***** I told her

Suck it later call you back

We got some **** we got to handle baby yeah

Hello

Yo what's up

Man I don't even feel like

Talkin' right now man

I don't like talkin'

'Bout that **** on the phone