Download Lagu Blaq Jerzee - Strings Attached

Lirik Strings Attached

Ha-ha, I'ma be honest
Got my eyes on the prize
Got my eyes on the prize
I get to tripping with the blick (hold up, H)
Ayy, look me in my eyes

She said that she adore me, (adore me), uh, I feel like no one for me (for me)
He got blood on his jersey (blood on his jersey), that remind me of Curry, uh
Throw back a perc, I just had to relapse, ooh
They tried to spin and we gon' send they shooter back (shooter back)
Chrome Heart shirt, Chrome Heart hat
I ran out of love, no strings attached

Dropped it, now shе feeling me more
Like a bottlе, how the fuck we end up on the floor?
Distant lovers where nobody knows (nobody knows)
I came from serving fiends, breaking back doors (doors)

Run up the money, taking care of my folks (taking care of my folks)
She wanna run away, so I Iet her go (go)
I'm a demon when all is done
You got me fiending, you're the one

Never leave the house without my magic wand (hmm) hmm
Dreads hanging like a Rasta baby, I'm a don (I'm a don), I'm a don
Ayy, I let off a dummy clip, Glick got zombie tips, they done flushed the whole whip
I ain't friendly with you bitch ass rappers, beat done got you killed (what?)
I ain't friendly with you bitch ass rappers, beat done got you killed (what did she say?)

(What did she say?) She said that she adore me, uh, I feel like no one for me, uh (for me)
He got blood on his jersey (on his jersey), that remind me of Curry, uh (Curry)
Throw back a perc, I just had to relapse, ooh
They tried to spin and we gon' send they shooter back (shooter back)
Chrome Heart shirt, Chrome Heart hat (yeah)
I ran out of love (yeah), no strings attached

I fucked a bad lil' bitch, she had me, then she still cussin'
That bitch was wild, I gave her the dick, that bitch is still fussin'
Fuck who you wanna fuck, just let a nigga still crush you
I just wanna go and leave and come back, know I'll still bust you

Your nigga say he top dog, but why you still hustling?
That bitch be talking hella shit, but wanna still kick it
You know I'm on my way, these bitches call me they meal ticket
You catch me cheatin' gotta love it, leave it deal with it

I said A-B-C-D-E, 'cause I can't give a F about a ho, no, no
Put my foot down, and I'm steppin' on a ho, ho, ho
Two bad bitches, they crept inside the door, oh, oh

She alone, sexy like Nia Long
Bad bitch, I paid her for the wish at Louis Vuitton
Niggas screw up your faces, dishonor that we put on
It's either you love it shawty or you can leave me alone, damn

(What she say?) She said that she adore me, uh, I feel like no one for me, uh (for me)
He got blood on his jersey (on his jersey), that remind me of Curry (Curry)
Throw back a perc, I just had to relapse, ooh
They tried to spin and we gon' send they shooter back (shooter back)
Chrome Heart shirt, Chrome Heart hat
I ran out of love, no strings attached (attached, attached)