Bbnoş On God
Ба рӯйхати навозиш илова кунед
Bbnoş - On God ба рӯйхати мусиқии дӯстдошта илова шуд!
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Ворид шудан ё Ҳисоб эҷод кунед
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Bbnoş - On God Барои суруд шарҳ дода нашудааст. Шарҳи аввалро шумо нависед!
Агар сурудро писанд кунед, метавонед бо шарҳ гузоштан ба саҳифа дастгирӣ намоед.
Агар сурудро писанд кунед, метавонед бо шарҳ гузоштан ба саҳифа дастгирӣ намоед.
Bbnoş On God Матни суруд
[Chorus: bbno$ & Lewis Grant]
I just wanna cut loose, snip, fuck a job (Fuck it)
I can be my own boss, on God (Uh-huh)
Just cut my own check (Check), made my own bread
Ticking from the Patek (Tick-tick-tick, tick-tick-tick)
'Cause my Rollie fully dead, (R.I.P.) oh, on God
Yeah, people say I work too hard
But that is not your business, not your job
Yeah, people say I work too hard
Oh my goodness, oh my gracious, oh my God
[Verse: bbno$]
First things first, let me tell you
I only take the money if the tint blue
She don't really care what I'm into
I did this for myself, I had a breakthrough
[Pre-Chorus: bbno$]
I'm 'bout my revenue, I'm 'bout my profit (On God)
All my lyrics stand as prophets (God, God)
And my last bitch was a goddess
I'm gon' make these hits, I promise (On God), I promise
[Chorus: bbno$ & Lewis Grant]
I just wanna cut loose, snip, fuck a job (Fuck it)
I can be my own boss, on God (Uh-huh)
Just cut my own check (Check), made my own bread
Ticking from the Patek (Tick-tick-tick, tick-tick-tick)
'Cause my Rollie fully dead, (R.I.P.) oh, on God
Yeah, people say I work too hard
But that is not your business, not your job
Yeah, people say I work too hard
Oh my goodness, oh my gracious, oh my God
[Bridge: Lewis Grant]
You can go the wrong way all you want
You lack the direction
Don't have the respect that you're lookin' for
Dead end wears a fancy dress
The dead friends care a little less
The rest chant for a little more
[Chorus: bbno$ & Lewis Grant]
I just wanna cut loose, snip, fuck a job (Fuck it)
I can be my own boss, on God (Uh-huh)
Just cut my own check (Check), made my own bread
Ticking from the Patek (Tick-tick-tick, tick-tick-tick)
'Cause my Rollie fully dead, (R.I.P.) oh, on God
Yeah, people say I work too hard
But that is not your business, not your job
Yeah, people say I work too hard
Oh my goodness, oh my gracious, oh my God
I just wanna cut loose, snip, fuck a job (Fuck it)
I can be my own boss, on God (Uh-huh)
Just cut my own check (Check), made my own bread
Ticking from the Patek (Tick-tick-tick, tick-tick-tick)
'Cause my Rollie fully dead, (R.I.P.) oh, on God
Yeah, people say I work too hard
But that is not your business, not your job
Yeah, people say I work too hard
Oh my goodness, oh my gracious, oh my God
[Verse: bbno$]
First things first, let me tell you
I only take the money if the tint blue
She don't really care what I'm into
I did this for myself, I had a breakthrough
[Pre-Chorus: bbno$]
I'm 'bout my revenue, I'm 'bout my profit (On God)
All my lyrics stand as prophets (God, God)
And my last bitch was a goddess
I'm gon' make these hits, I promise (On God), I promise
[Chorus: bbno$ & Lewis Grant]
I just wanna cut loose, snip, fuck a job (Fuck it)
I can be my own boss, on God (Uh-huh)
Just cut my own check (Check), made my own bread
Ticking from the Patek (Tick-tick-tick, tick-tick-tick)
'Cause my Rollie fully dead, (R.I.P.) oh, on God
Yeah, people say I work too hard
But that is not your business, not your job
Yeah, people say I work too hard
Oh my goodness, oh my gracious, oh my God
[Bridge: Lewis Grant]
You can go the wrong way all you want
You lack the direction
Don't have the respect that you're lookin' for
Dead end wears a fancy dress
The dead friends care a little less
The rest chant for a little more
[Chorus: bbno$ & Lewis Grant]
I just wanna cut loose, snip, fuck a job (Fuck it)
I can be my own boss, on God (Uh-huh)
Just cut my own check (Check), made my own bread
Ticking from the Patek (Tick-tick-tick, tick-tick-tick)
'Cause my Rollie fully dead, (R.I.P.) oh, on God
Yeah, people say I work too hard
But that is not your business, not your job
Yeah, people say I work too hard
Oh my goodness, oh my gracious, oh my God
