paroles de chanson Fake Xan - Cram

Bitch I'm high as hell in this YSL
All I do is buy and sell, I got clientele
Finna walk in the pharmacy when I'm by myself
Point to the back and say give me that entire shelf (Give me all that shit mother fucker)
Ya I'm on mission
I'll leave the sto' wit ya whole grandma prescription
Ya that's a rifle in my pants so I'm walkin' different
AR-15 hit his head, he outta commission
On god I'm so extra
Bitch walked in my room fine and left bow legged
No I can not stop comin' up I got a glow fetish
Zippy told me that he found a pint, I'm bouta go get
Tried to make a deal with the 30's but they sold separate
I be livin' like I'm bouta die that shit is so reckless (Shit is so reckless man)
This is supa fiya
One shot hit 'em turn his lil hat into a visor
Ya I almost died off the fetty I'm a true survivor
Her pussy so wet I came out it like a scuba diver

Last bag of dope I got was cut I need a new supplier
Had to call my last plug up and tell him he was fired
My bitch always down to take a charge for me she a rider
Had to throw my old Vans away, why? Cuz these designer (Gucci!)
Bitch I'm elevated like a frequent flyer
And I stay mobbin' with the gang like it's Peaky Blinder

My bitch should be starring Jonah Hill cuz she Super Bad
Saw a nipple poppin' out the shirt I'm like who is that
Titty fuckin' on that lil hoe I call it booby trap
Bitches always wanna be serious all I do is laugh (Ha!)
Ya, man that shit hella funny
Wanna see how fast I really am just say twelve is comin'
You can see it in my eyes when the perky's really bussin'
Always got a dollar in my nose I love the smell of money

I was fuckin' on a surfer bitch at a tiki diner
Had to slide a mask on her face like she was Michael Myers
I ain't fuckin' with these rappers man they buncha liars
When you get the money you subtract it I'm a multiplier
They heard my last record, told me it was ultra fire
My baby always suckin' on my dick like it's a pacifier
Oh you smokin' on that good? Go head, pass the fire
I ain't sellin' to that fed I heard he has a wire

Got the cane on me like an old fella
So much white girl in this bitch I think it's Coachella
My fiend finally put the dog down like he Old Yeller
I done made a killin' off the dope I need a gold medal
If they ever askin' me to snitch, I ain't gon' tell 'em
Cuz every federale is a bitch, I farrawell em
See the dead body on the news, Kare 11
She be givin' so much head, she need to wear a helmet

Pussy so god damn soft, I swear it's velvet
Sold his ass a fake xan, he said he barely felt it
All I want is money and a nut, I'm very selfish
When I die bury me in, my Burberry outfits
Trap house chillin' I be smokin' like a chimney
Lil' mamma with me got her wetter than a gym tee
Weed smoke in the air it's lookin' hella silky
Lady with the breasts had to get myself milky