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Youngin' Chriso - Say Less Lyrics



Youngin' Chriso - Say Less Lyrics




Aye
Say less
Aye Chriso made this beat

They wanna hear me go in, Kodak voice say less
When I chop it up James I tell him be safe and stay blessed
My lil homies even know that I ain't perfect
I'm in my early twenties old heads see me working
And People telling me I'm getting big
I hope they mean I'm bout to blow up
Stop playing with him now he bout to show up
I'm betting on my city, wanna know what I'm gone put up?
I put every dollar I got on the table no good luck
You ain't gotta act like you don't feel it you can show love
They ain't use to all these Tampa youngins snappin like we on something
Getting money was the focus now they picking guns up
I'm praying for my lil bruh cuz I know that he gone bust
And I don't want him caught up, I wish I would've thought of
But by the time I noticed he was too hot like Starbucks
Streets took a bite I just wish they didn't swallow
I know his momma praying I just pray her prayers get answered
Bottom line is you never know out here in Tampa yeah, Chriso yeah
The bottom line is you never know out here in Tampa yeah, eight one three yeah
Look, and I don't want him caught up, I wish I would've thought of
But by the time I noticed he was too hot like Starbucks
Streets took a bite I just wish they didn't swallow
I know his momma praying I just pray her prayers get answered
The bottom line is you never know out here in Tampa (Yeah)
You just gotta be still man like you in Alabama
Cuz if you moving too fast you might just melt like candles
And I just wanna stay up like Red Bull with Fanta
But sometimes I let the lil problems sit on me like Santa
And then I call Kayla cuz I know that she gone answer
I told her I don't want a gitt until I make it
She on the same page with me ain't no need for changing, nah, Chriso, yeah

Say less

But sometimes I let the lil problems sit on me like Santa
And then I call Kayla cuz I know that she gone answer
I told her I don't want a gitt until I make it
She on the same page with me ain't no need for changing, nah, Chriso, yeah

It's up there, all the way up
I promise you
Aye guess what?
Sometimes I let the lil problems sit on me like Santa (Stop playing with him)
That boy said, sometimes I let the lil problems sit on me like Santa (Aye stop playing with him)
You get it
Chriso, yeah, aye
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English

Aye
Say less
Aye Chriso made this beat

They wanna hear me go in, Kodak voice say less
When I chop it up James I tell him be safe and stay blessed
My lil homies even know that I ain't perfect
I'm in my early twenties old heads see me working
And People telling me I'm getting big
I hope they mean I'm bout to blow up
Stop playing with him now he bout to show up
I'm betting on my city, wanna know what I'm gone put up?
I put every dollar I got on the table no good luck
You ain't gotta act like you don't feel it you can show love
They ain't use to all these Tampa youngins snappin like we on something
Getting money was the focus now they picking guns up
I'm praying for my lil bruh cuz I know that he gone bust
And I don't want him caught up, I wish I would've thought of
But by the time I noticed he was too hot like Starbucks
Streets took a bite I just wish they didn't swallow
I know his momma praying I just pray her prayers get answered
Bottom line is you never know out here in Tampa yeah, Chriso yeah
The bottom line is you never know out here in Tampa yeah, eight one three yeah
Look, and I don't want him caught up, I wish I would've thought of
But by the time I noticed he was too hot like Starbucks
Streets took a bite I just wish they didn't swallow
I know his momma praying I just pray her prayers get answered
The bottom line is you never know out here in Tampa (Yeah)
You just gotta be still man like you in Alabama
Cuz if you moving too fast you might just melt like candles
And I just wanna stay up like Red Bull with Fanta
But sometimes I let the lil problems sit on me like Santa
And then I call Kayla cuz I know that she gone answer
I told her I don't want a gitt until I make it
She on the same page with me ain't no need for changing, nah, Chriso, yeah

Say less

But sometimes I let the lil problems sit on me like Santa
And then I call Kayla cuz I know that she gone answer
I told her I don't want a gitt until I make it
She on the same page with me ain't no need for changing, nah, Chriso, yeah

It's up there, all the way up
I promise you
Aye guess what?
Sometimes I let the lil problems sit on me like Santa (Stop playing with him)
That boy said, sometimes I let the lil problems sit on me like Santa (Aye stop playing with him)
You get it
Chriso, yeah, aye
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Writer: CHRISTOPHER D SPIVEY
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Performed By: Youngin' Chriso
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: CHRISTOPHER D SPIVEY
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