Headie One, Nines, KSI - Not Over Yet (Remix)
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Текст песни:
Tell me, why you startin a fire?
Its burnin up in my head
Why do I always tell myself that its not over yet?
Why you gotta tear my heart out?
Leave me in the rain?
Why do I always tell myself that its not over yet?
I still got all of this beef, but no french fries (No)
Even if I die, we can continue in the next life (Uh)
My neck over a hundred K, no SIs (Bling)
The rappers cant go back to their block, the boy banned like Westlife (No tour)
I done a night shift with a fucked up life switch
Grindin, I had a non-existent sex life (Uh)
And when all your real wars within a square mile
You thought you need some crocodile teeth, but not from the reptile (Its not over yet)
I keep comin back, its not over yet (No)
I can ice skate on this Audermars Piguet
Jakes think Im washing up this money like a laundrette (Huh, huh)
Real niggas come from the trap and try to turn the block corporate (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
Imagine us white collar, it still gets bi-polar, we still walk with it
I got the weight on my shoulders, distribute this bread like the Passover
Its burnin up in my head
Why do I always tell myself that its not over yet?
Why you gotta tear my heart out?
Leave me in the rain?
Why do I always tell myself that its not over yet?
I still got all of this beef, but no french fries (No)
Even if I die, we can continue in the next life (Uh)
My neck over a hundred K, no SIs (Bling)
The rappers cant go back to their block, the boy banned like Westlife (No tour)
I done a night shift with a fucked up life switch
Grindin, I had a non-existent sex life (Uh)
And when all your real wars within a square mile
You thought you need some crocodile teeth, but not from the reptile (Its not over yet)
I keep comin back, its not over yet (No)
I can ice skate on this Audermars Piguet
Jakes think Im washing up this money like a laundrette (Huh, huh)
Real niggas come from the trap and try to turn the block corporate (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
Imagine us white collar, it still gets bi-polar, we still walk with it
I got the weight on my shoulders, distribute this bread like the Passover