paroles de chanson Bic - Guala

Gold chains I look like a rich slave
Niggas change, swear that shit is so lame
I got the game, put that shit in my heart
I got the game in a choke like Kane, no Bart
Codeine, take that shit for the pain
Lemon squeeze, take that boy out the game
Told you real niggas iron the bands with the starch
When the pack come in, get sliced like Blade
Stick gang, like we blind when we walk
I'm in this bitch passing out chains
I been a real nigga, that shit from the start
All black interior, nigga no woodgrain
Let a nigga play, we gone put him on Fox
How you my brother but on me you changed
I told you I'm selling gas bags nigga, no rocks

(Aye,Aye)
Bic gang, hit that boy with the flame
Big body, now that boy switching lanes
Real nigga, got that shit in my veins
Me and you, nigga we not the same
I press a lil button and hit the fourth lane
Otf, I got the fam to the grave
You play with the fam, it's RIP gang
You down bad? Nigga go hit a stain
Too many racks boy this shit is a shame
Hollow tips, yea that shit for the opps
100 rounds, bet that chop make it rain
No Lil Top, bitch I ball NBA
Hit stick try to go against the grain
I'll slime a lil nigga for just being in the way
Come shop with me nigga, give a fuck what you pay

Gold chains I look like a rich slave
Niggas change, swear that shit is so lame
I got the game, put that shit in my heart
I got the game in a choke like Kane, no Bart
Codeine, take that shit for the pain
Lemon squeeze, take that boy out the game
Told you real niggas iron the bands with the starch
When the pack come in, get sliced like Blade
Stick gang, like we blind when we walk
I'm in this bitch passing out chains
I been a real nigga, that shit from the start
All black interior, nigga no woodgrain
Let a nigga play, we gone put him on Fox
How you my brother but on me you changed
I told you I'm selling gas bags nigga, no rocks