INTENTIONS歌詞

作詞 : Callum Henshaw/Tye White/Joshua Pearman/Isaac Murray Harrison
作曲 : Charlie Andreou/Jordan Connor Hall
Man wanna flex that’s too bad
Too bad.
Bro don’t ever try do dat,
I don’t even care bout who splashed who,
Or who tried splash you but you just got away and
Imma shake things up like a spray can,
Straight ABC bars for a wasteman,
C on my chest thats champion,
Crown on my head gym king just do it i drop all saints and nobody can take my place fam,
Nobody can lay it like this man,
Nobody can spray a better clips and
Nobody could ever say shit fam,
Nobody nobody nobody nobody knows who i is or what i could be coz my poker face bangs,
I’m tied up in work like lace man no fake xans in zoot that’s laced
Don’t ask me dumb questions
Like what are you sayin
Make that money stretch and then lengthen
That’s instant funds
These man love to hate for attention
Some ****in mugs
Broke pricks
Move with intention
Learn ur lesson
LS kings and we move with perfection
Man might move like I’m best in the scene
If I do that’s Cus it’s facts
If man try move like there better than me
Bro u ain’t got numbers so relax
The way I came up when I popped that bean
I’m so high that I can’t come back
I grind hard so my team eat
Please g u ain't nothing like we
Imma go gold rather than grow old
Imma go
Gonna go get gold on my teef
Boy wanna talk and talk real loud
But if it’s outside, keep the talks real brief
Cah mana don’t do dat
Whos dat, he’s calm
He’s wet, he’s chill
And I don't **** with him cuz his breath stinks
Man, here’s an extra
Save the shit
Your music's shit
Your truly shit
Think im boutta get groovie widdit
My flows too groovie init
Man moving different
Like a coked up blind guy on a scooter
If any man wanna go any way
Any one, any day
Any where, any who
Any how
I’m dere, your dere
We’re dere, we’re all dere
And we’re not best mates so
20 boys rolling round with a rolex
Cancel plans a boy wanna chat shit
Bounce all my stems
Hit back with a track list
Love sept dropped
That sound for the bad kids
Big dreams n big things
Are coming
Lockdown ahh 5G’s in a wallet
Plans upon plans
Just like a platoon upon ants
And i want it
No way
No way
No way
No way
Back like a backstreet boy
It’s OK
Beat so sweet
Like drums 140
She want meat
Like the farm
No commie
Lockdown drugs got my nose so runny
Turn it down cus ya neighbour calling