paroles de chanson K.O. (feat. Big Sean) - 2 Chainz , Big Sean

Yeah, yeah
Okay
Just try it again

When I woke up this morning (morning)
All I could think about was you (you, you, you)
'Cause when I went to sleep last night
All I could think about was you (you, you, you, you)
Adam and Eve don't eat that fruit
Best believe I'ma eat that boo
'Cause I'm the nigga that told them niggas
That told them niggas, 'bout you (you, you, you, you)

Chuck the deuce, while I'm ridin' through
Titty boy I might sign a boob
Your nigga hatin', tell your nigga that's hatin'
That if he gettin' some paper I might sign him too
Best believe I'm just slidin' through
Put your panties to the side, let me slide through
I can see you niggas from a side view
I'm in and out the pussy, drive through

White coupe, with the white rims
I like to crank the top and let the light in
You know she dark skin, her friend light skin
Put us together, and it's ice cream
Sandwiches she can't manage it
I know her man is sick, she can't handle it
She need some time alone, I told her call my phone
And when she call my phone I didn't answer it

K-O, K-O, K-O, K-O
I'm gonna smoke 'til you niggas can't smoke no more
Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more
K-O, K-O, K-O, K-O
I'm gonna blow 'til you niggas can't blow no more
Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more

K-O, K-O, K-O, K-O
I'm gonna smoke 'til you niggas can't smoke no more
Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more
K-O, K-O, K-O, K-O
I'm gonna blow 'til you niggas can't blow no more
Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more

Do it
I was in Detroit, Michigan not too long ago
Visiting with some friends of mine

B-I-G
Okay I'm in motion, I'm rollin' and smoking
And smoking and rollin' like I'm locomotion
I'm walking outside and I'm causing commotion
Got perp and champagne, that's a real nigga potion

I'm burnin' bread toasin' and joking
'Cause I went from views of my moms house to views of the ocean
Niggas talk shit, but that's free promotion
I'm living my life like the end is approaching

Man fuck these niggas with a passion
I'm gettin' paid from the cradle to the casket
My Grandma said, "Boy you need to read a bible chapter"
'Til I bought her ass a house bigger than the Pastor's, hallelujah

You're now fucking with a bad bitch connoisseur
My ex-girl said, "Man, the fame caught up to ya"
Baby you don't still think about me, wet dream about me
I swear you used to, couldn't wait to

K-O, K-O, K-O, K-O
I'm gonna smoke 'til you niggas can't smoke no more
Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more
K-O, K-O, K-O, K-O
I'm gonna blow 'til you niggas can't blow no more
Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more

K-O, K-O, K-O, K-O
I'm gonna smoke 'til you niggas can't smoke no more
Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more
K-O, K-O, K-O, K-O
I'm gonna blow 'til you niggas can't blow no more
Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more

Boy, boy, boy, boy