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Lil Tjay - Why ft NLE Choppa (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Songwriter
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Producer

Lyrics

(Banger) Why? Why? (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Why? Why? Fell in love with the money, know one thing, I'll run it up until I die And wasn't never no dummy, I know niggas low-key hatin' on the guy Maybe it's 'cause I'm dripped out, just too real or too fly All my life, I've been wonderin' why All my life, I've been wonderin' why Fuck it, I got my bag up, got my cash up, swear the pockets was dry 'Til my hunger still die 'til I made, like, who really played it out better than I? Try me, shots gon' fly (boom-boom) Told my bro, "Boy, you know you gon' die" (die) Why? Why? Why? Why? Tryna get paid, niggas be talkin' 'bout bullshit, ain't talkin' no money, I daze Been had the bag, 'bout to get me a new one, it's 'bout the time label gotta me a raise Barely no help, did this shit by myself, off the top, don't need no one to give me the wave If I ain't rapped, still wouldn't never went broke, I was young, tellin' big bro to give me them plays Duckin' 'em streets, shoutout my niggas go in, poppin' in at least 50 a day Stuck in them trenches, woke up, like I said, it's no kizzy, that shit'll get gritty and gray I was 13, runnin' 'round with that pole when 'em kids run up on you like, "Give me your J's" I was in ATS, used to have fights after school like my mama ain't give me a way Fuck it, I'm up, grateful as fuck, charges add up, they gon' give me a buck Don't give a fuck, I got shots still up in my Glock, you see Tjay and you better duck Ain't too much wrappin' niggas on my time, I'll do one of you rappin' lil' niggas slime (on God) Must be out your mind, when I catch you, I'ma blow your face off, nigga Fell in love with the money, know one thing, I'll run it up until I die And wasn't never no dummy, I know niggas low-key hatin' on the guy Maybe it's 'cause I'm dripped out, just too real or too fly All my life, I've been wonderin' why All my life, I've been wonderin' why Fuck it, I got my bag up, got my cash up, swear the pockets was dry 'Til my hunger still die 'til I made, like, who really played it out better than I? Try me, shots gon' fly Told my bro, "Boy, you know you gon' die" Why? Why? Why? Why? Ay, mama say, "Don't question God", so I ask myself why I ask that Still tote a rod even though I know if it's my time, can't shoot back (brrt) I don't duck and dodge no smoke, but I'm out the way so niggas can't reach me Moved far away where the beach at, throwin' C's up on the sea, yeah I'ma preach to a nigga, yeah, I pray a lot Gotta watch for the cross, these niggas gon' plot (these niggas gon' plot) Flood the AP on me, this a bae watch (bae watch) Threesome with her friend, make bae watch (make bae watch) Pussy-ass nigga ain't had no motion (no motion) Michael Phelps, man, I backstroke her Played my cards and I got a joker (joker) Used to be local, now I'm global I ain't fold yet, I ain't foldin' up Four weeks in, what the fuck is sleep? Fuck a nosebleed, want the floor seats And a model, please, from overseas Overplayed my part, overfed you Need me? Nigga, I don't need you Like a mirror, these niggas be see-through (see-through) I'ma get on your ass when I see you, bitch Fell in love with the money, know one thing, I'll run it up until I die And wasn't never no dummy, I know niggas low-key hatin' on the guy Maybe it's 'cause I'm dripped out, just too real or too fly All my life, I've been wonderin' why All my life, I've been wonderin' why Fuck it, I got my bag up, got my cash up, swear the pockets was dry 'Til my hunger still die 'til I made, like, who really played it out better than I? Try me, shots gon' fly Told my bro, "Boy, you know you gon' die" Why? Why? Why? Why? (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Tione Merritt, Bryson Potts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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