madara - Riven

madara - Riven

  • Year of release: 2019
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:48

Below is the lyrics of the song madara , artist - Riven with translation

Lyrics " madara "

Original text with translation

madara

Riven

Ou, yeah, they glistenin'

Ask me to (?) I get it, I go

You know that’s facts, now get out the door

I feel like madara, shawty ain’t gon' know

Real shit I’m just tryna' ball

Ex called me now she tryna' talk

No I do not have no time for a ho

My bitch bad, she gon' bring the Glock

Riven get to the guap

I be countin' up a lot

Money, fake flexing, stop

I be flexing like, damn, god

And my heart colder then a snow cone

More (?) coat on

Expensive mirrors, now I’m solo

Yeah, (yeah)

Do not play with me, get hit with it (hit with it)

Pull up to the crib with some benjamins (benjamins)

Copped me some diamonds they glistenin' (glistenin')

Ou, yeah, they glistenin'

Ask me to (?) I get it, I go

You know that’s facts, now get out the door

I feel like madara, shawty ain’t gon' know

Yeah, aye

Keep it up, don’t stop it, uh

I’m boutta blow like a rocket, yeah

Why is your girl in the mosh pit?

Fuck my old hoes, they old for a reason

Probably do not hear what I’m even speakin'

Tryna' stay the night?

Ha, bitch you tweakin'

If the devil asks, I’m a fuckin' demon

Aye

She poppin' percs and xans like a ho

She asked me if I want one, I said no

Ask her if she got (?)

She on probation she don’t need to smoke

I run the game, but you knew that

She said «Riven flexing» I said «True that.»

Pack a backwood, and it’s full of gas

And these hoes near me that I’m pullin' at

Fuck, nigga what you lookin' at?

Shooter with me, He don’t play around

Draco-draco on me, (?)

Yeah, (yeah)

Do not play with me, get hit with it (hit with it)

Pull up to the crib with some benjamins (benjamins)

Copped me some diamonds they glistenin' (glistenin')

Ou, yeah, they glistenin'

Ask me to (?) I get it, I go

You know that’s facts, now get out the door

I feel like madara, shawty ain’t gon' know

Real shit I’m just tryna' ball

Ex called me now she tryna' talk

No I do not have no time for a ho

My bitch bad, she gon' bring the Glock

Riven get to the guap

I be countin' up a lot

Money, fake flexing, stop

I be flexing like, damn, god

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