Текст песни Amil - Anyday
Amil - Anyday слова песни
[Verse 1]Call this bitch yor nigga when time is roughI lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluffYou think its hell where you at Shit its hell on the streetsYou maintaining in the Bing, I`m surviving to eatDon`t think am wilding, flexing whips and stuffThinking I`m lost laying downSex for trips and stuffI`ll admit it I`m use to the finer things,We had major names even on the minor thingsEverywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me upYou know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucksBut I wish you were spreading it riding it roughI think I miss that more then you buying me stuffSince you got knocked your man tried to hollar at meAnd those nigga`s you stuck, they throwing dollars at meBut you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it realHolding you down until you back on the field[Chorus 2x]Feels like I doI feel when feeling downIn the ground feeling downIt can be most anyday[Verse 2]Don`t worry `bout these streets I`m conrolling these groundsI might slip and miss a V-I but I`m holding it downGot the kids to take care its hard out hereAnd its tearing my heart to play my part out hereI seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 yearsAnd your bid make me feel like I got the chairBut ain`t nobody tapping this I rather tap my ownWatching tapes we made while I`m resting aloneWishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chromeWhat kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zoneMe without you is like a stickman without a silencerGot me X-ing off days on the calendarI miss loading the glock so you could control the blockI miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lockThink of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double oYou get your weight up I`m a drain you once they let goChorus[Verse 3]I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulderLetting bitches know they wishes to have you are overSo you ring your broads while you locked awayI know its hard for a nigga on top not to playSee Amil`s the one you kept draped in iceI`m the one waiting silk down caked in spiceWaiting for your calls or my box to vibrateHoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weightI fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brandsFrom a six and a mansion to beating the sandsStaying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I takeAll-savage and stuffHave a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touchFear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutchChopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low keyA minute then heist and stuffIf I have to wait while you gone I`m a take what comesIf you don`t see cash, know its hard in the slumsCause I ran through the stash and it ain`t no funds