paroles de chanson BunB4Give Me - Juice Li

Whoa whoa
Huh uh huh
Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Uh

Still saying bun b forgive me
Lord please pray for my enemies
Gas like shell or the bp
Still sending oil to the middle east
I ain't been back in like five years
Still my plug gon remember me
Whippin that kale, that celery,
Sauce, that soup they want my recipe
Baby so fine, got a fat ass got some nice tits
But what that got to do with me
Cuz said five bands for the french bulldog
So you know I need two at least
When you making it out of the struggle
Niggas don't want you to achieve
Niggas don't want no trouble with me
I'ma call my Sudanese (uuuh huh)

Bitch I'm juice li
And my hands put them fireworks on you like jubilee
Man its fucked up how his friend had him killed
But he over there writing his eulogy
Niggas already know who did it
But they tryna play a deadly game of who could it be
Pan roasted red fish at nick and sams no ma'am
I dont care bout no little beef
From the southside to skillman
I done raised boys mob tied with some lil ones
Please don't try no slick shit
I'ma have them boys outside your building
Nigga fuck how you feeling
You know I'm tryna get mine in the millions
Baby got no top tryna give me top
While riding round town no ceilings
When you on the stove top make the dope lock
Like the muthafucka got some secrets
I be smoking three five back to back
Really wishing all of this can hide my demons
Wocc I've got three pints from the east side
And them niggas outside they fiendin
Middle man each time niggas got a new lick
You know I'm sliding between it
Whoadie ain't tryna find Jesus
Look at that benz with all the nice features
He don't want slice of that pizza
He just wanna buy that whole little caesars
Juice li slightly vegan
Chlorophyll water no sprite but I'm leanin
Yea young nigga at the bottom
But don't be thinkin he plannin on being there
Think he got a church girl
But that bitch only there tryna scam her a millionaire
She need racks for Brazilian hair
You see her rollin chamillionaire
Yeezy seven hundred v three's
Riding in a v six beep beep
Turmeric, grapes and blueberries juice li

Still saying bun b forgive me
Lord please pray for my enemies
Gas like shell or the bp
Still sending oil to the middle east
I ain't been back in like five years
Still my plug gon remember me
Whippin that kale, that celery,
Sauce, that soup they want my recipe
Baby so fine, got a fat ass got some nice tits
But what that got to do with me
Cuz said five bands for the french bulldog
So you know I need two at least
When you making it out of the struggle
Niggas don't want you to achieve
Niggas don't want no trouble with me
I'ma call my Sudanese

Wozzop

Lord please pray for my enemies