Topsongs van Nay 374
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Nay 374
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Davit Aghajanyan
Songwriter:in
Songteksten
Я сделал это, да я сделал это, я сделал это, я сделал это
I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it again
I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it again
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
I dropped my album independent and it’s dope
They thought I would fucked up if they left me alone
I had a problem, didn’t believe myself enough
Some things are different when you view it from above
Get out my way, get out my way, get out my way, get out my way
Get out my way, get out my way, get out my way, get out my way
Я верю в империю, делал немеренно, ради идеи и правды
Эти двери закрыты, веками забыты, все пылью забито, из-за вас
Вернул себе силы, накачены жилы, выгляжу, как-будто спасаю мир
Я с детства любил и все меня любили, куда я бежал от судьбы
Всегда был уверен прогресса достигну в борьбе
Проданы души, потеряны чести, сколько продажных людей
Не стой на пути у меня, начудил я немало и снова могу накидать
Мешаю плохое с хорошим, как будто готовлю кебаб, держим баланс
Get out my way, get out my way, get out my way, get out my way
Get out my way, get out my way, get out my way, get out my way
TV, Radio movies, live shows
Where will this game take me
Only God knows,
Fifty five albums, all streaming
Think you fuckin with me? y’all dreaming
Get out my way
Get out my way
Get out my way
Get out my way
Yo, we get it crackin like the freak Nic
Music bumpin, lot of cars coming, get out the streets bitch
Three sixty with the three eighty
URG7 wit the Street Navy
We smoke till everything hazy
Run for yo life, you can’t save me
First she down clothes, she wants free sound codes, I’m gonna pound those cheeks when I download
Uh, hit em wit the rhythm and it’s everything I give em
When I give em what I give em
Songs full of realalism and I’m smoking on the izm, HipHop is my religion
Get out my way before I push you out my way
Met your girl, already got the pussy out the way
Now all these rappers suck on sour grapes, see me on stages doing shows wit the greats
And it ain’t no time for no mutha fuckin fakes
So just get your bitch ass out my way
Written by: Davit Aghajanyan