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So Many

๐Ÿ‘ค Rod Wave โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ So Many โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:54
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โฑ๏ธ 2:54 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 14820880

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago
Know what I'm sayin', though
Pipe that shit up, TNT
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Uh-uh, what you mean, no need?
What you mean, no need? Yeah

So many nights, I gave up
So many times, I gave up
Struggling what made us
Hustling what saved us
So many nights, I tried and tried
So many nights, I'd grind and grind
Finally, I feel it's time to shine
For all of those nights from time to time

I Givenchy-ed my shirt and my sneakers
I get in my feelings and start buying purses for eaters
I turn all the hurt to believers
I don't fuck with rappers, ain't sellin' no verses or features
I don't fuck with preachers or teachers
They lie to your face, how could you ever believe 'em?
I turn in the game from the bleachers
I'm gang gang forever, could never get left or deceive 'em

Hey, I'm turnin' the hurt to believers
I come from the curb, chasin' out smokers and geekers
Remember I hustled for sneakers
Feds in the hood, was finna go buy me a beeper
Big booty freak, nineteen, Lea
I buy her a purse so she can show all her people
After she show all her people
All of her brothers and cousins gon' ask for a feature

'Member when a nigga felt stuck?
Stayed down 'til I came up
'Member when a nigga gave up?
Now a young nigga caked up
Uncle D taught me save up
Showed me how to step my game up
Same labels who played us
Same labels who pay us

So many nights, I gave up
So many times, I gave up
Struggling what made us
Hustling what saved us
So many nights, I tried and tried
So many nights, I'd grind and grind
Finally, I feel it's time to shine
For all of those nights from time to time

I Givenchy-ed my shirt and my sneakers
I get in my feelings and start buying purses for eaters
I turn all the hurt to believers
I don't fuck with rappers, ain't sellin' no verses or features
I don't fuck with preachers or teachers
They lie to your face, how could you ever believe 'em?
I turn in the game from the bleachers
I'm gang gang forever, could never get left or deceive 'em

Huh-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh-whoa, huh-whoa
Huh-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh-whoa, huh-whoa

So many nights, I gave up
So many times, I gave up
Struggling what made us
Hustling what saved us
So many nights, I tried and tried
So many nights, I'd grind and grind
Finally, I feel it's time to shine
For all of those nights from time to time

I Givenchy-ed my shirt and my sneakers
I get in my feelings and start buying purses for eaters
I turn all the hurt to believers
I don't fuck with rappers, ain't sellin' no verses or features
I don't fuck with preachers or teachers
They lie to your face, how could you ever believe 'em?
I turn in the game from the bleachers
I'm gang gang forever, could never get left or deceive 'em

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.34] Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago
[00:02.29] Know what I'm sayin', though
[00:03.99] Pipe that shit up, TNT
[00:06.05] Ayy, yeah, yeah
[00:09.34] Uh-uh, what you mean, no need?
[00:12.11] What you mean, no need? Yeah
[00:14.73] So many nights, I gave up
[00:16.46] So many times, I gave up
[00:18.65] Struggling what made us
[00:20.65] Hustling what saved us
[00:21.90] So many nights, I tried and tried
[00:23.76] So many nights, I'd grind and grind
[00:25.80] Finally, I feel it's time to shine
[00:27.59] For all of those nights from time to time
[00:29.26] I Givenchy-ed my shirt and my sneakers
[00:30.78] I get in my feelings and start buying purses for eaters
[00:32.97] I turn all the hurt to believers
[00:34.32] I don't fuck with rappers, ain't sellin' no verses or features
[00:36.62] I don't fuck with preachers or teachers
[00:37.98] They lie to your face, how could you ever believe 'em?
[00:40.26] I turn in the game from the bleachers
[00:41.64] I'm gang gang forever, could never get left or deceive 'em
[00:44.16] Hey, I'm turnin' the hurt to believers
[00:45.31] I come from the curb, chasin' out smokers and geekers
[00:47.86] Remember I hustled for sneakers
[00:49.38] Feds in the hood, was finna go buy me a beeper
[00:51.66] Big booty freak, nineteen, Lea
[00:52.85] I buy her a purse so she can show all her people
[00:55.33] After she show all her people
[00:56.54] All of her brothers and cousins gon' ask for a feature
[00:58.90] 'Member when a nigga felt stuck?
[01:00.68] Stayed down 'til I came up
[01:02.54] 'Member when a nigga gave up?
[01:04.59] Now a young nigga caked up
[01:06.53] Uncle D taught me save up
[01:08.29] Showed me how to step my game up
[01:10.01] Same labels who played us
[01:11.96] Same labels who pay us
[01:13.85] So many nights, I gave up
[01:15.56] So many times, I gave up
[01:17.72] Struggling what made us
[01:19.65] Hustling what saved us
[01:21.03] So many nights, I tried and tried
[01:23.02] So many nights, I'd grind and grind
[01:24.84] Finally, I feel it's time to shine
[01:26.50] For all of those nights from time to time
[01:28.30] I Givenchy-ed my shirt and my sneakers
[01:29.81] I get in my feelings and start buying purses for eaters
[01:32.12] I turn all the hurt to believers
[01:33.53] I don't fuck with rappers, ain't sellin' no verses or features
[01:35.79] I don't fuck with preachers or teachers
[01:37.18] They lie to your face, how could you ever believe 'em?
[01:39.47] I turn in the game from the bleachers
[01:40.95] I'm gang gang forever, could never get left or deceive 'em
[01:42.90] Huh-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
[01:50.33] Huh-whoa, huh-whoa
[01:57.74] Huh-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
[02:04.96] Huh-whoa, huh-whoa
[02:12.99] So many nights, I gave up
[02:14.68] So many times, I gave up
[02:16.70] Struggling what made us
[02:18.69] Hustling what saved us
[02:20.26] So many nights, I tried and tried
[02:21.94] So many nights, I'd grind and grind
[02:23.99] Finally, I feel it's time to shine
[02:25.69] For all of those nights from time to time
[02:27.23] I Givenchy-ed my shirt and my sneakers
[02:28.80] I get in my feelings and start buying purses for eaters
[02:31.06] I turn all the hurt to believers
[02:32.39] I don't fuck with rappers, ain't sellin' no verses or features
[02:34.87] I don't fuck with preachers or teachers
[02:36.19] They lie to your face, how could you ever believe 'em?
[02:38.45] I turn in the game from the bleachers
[02:39.80] I'm gang gang forever, could never get left or deceive 'em
[02:43.01]

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