paroles de chanson Jekyll - 23:59

Bitches wanna fuck
But my dick′s too big take it well
Mother fuckers wanna shake hands?
Homie, don't play yourself, uh
Clowning rappers
I been godly, since the age of 12
Before that, I hadn′t tried
So we may as well
Say that I'm phenomenal
Say that I'ma problem
Say what the fuck you wanna say
Just know that I got it
I made something out of nothing
That′s the prophecy of profit
Mom and dad didn′t make a baby
They made a deposit
Now, I'm coming out the closet
Pause
Made this in my bedroom
It still sounds like a million dollars, dog
Still traffic drugs to these kids
Children′s Tylenol
Now, they can see my music, all in color
That's a xylophone
I just leveled up
At this rate I think I might evolve
I just fucked yo bitch
Get my nut, then she dry me off
If I knew she was yo bitch
I woulda fucked her twice
Mama taught me don′t say nothing
If you can't say nothing nice
Killin′ this shit
Your bitch on my dick and I love it
I pull that shit out in public
Life is a bitch and she slutty
Give hella brain
I call her over to study
Thorough as Durrough, yeah buddy
Rolling like a big shot
Yeah, I'm smoking Kid Cudi
It's that time of the month
So you know my dick′s bloody
Then I′m over that bitch, liike money
Ain't shit sweet, ooh, ain′t shit funny
Fathering rappers, they're always sonny
Told her back that ass up
′Cause she's always frontin′
Young Baby, Birdman
I'm the number #1 stunner
I am dope as shit
Cocaine I'm flushin
Knock it out the park
Long way from buntin
I want everything
′Cause I came from nothing
Well, everything
But the pain and suffering
Like my white girl pale as fuck
She don′t need no damn tan
Yeah, I know you hate me
Name a baller that you can stand
Boy I got hoes from the San Fran
To the Grand strand
Love to see my mom in a Camaro
Fuck a grand am
I remember we ain't have no car
Bitch, we was walking
Sleeping on the floor
In an unfurnished apartment
Looking at the sky
Tryna wish up on a star man
Now I′m writing for my family, guys
I think I'm Seth McFarlane
If I see a bad bitch and she with it
Then she can get it
Ain′t a 10 she a 5950
That pussy fitted
If it wasn't such a nice guy
I′d probably be pimping bitches
With a name like curiousity
Constantly killing kittens
Honestly think I'm shitty at this rap thing
Autotuning everything cause I can't sing
Never talking ′bout nothing I be rambling
On my French Montana
I ain′t worried about a damn thing
But I done seen the struggle
And I done seen the hustle
When it rains it pours
Like a beach is how we treat them puddles
Ain't no fucking crystal stair
You better keep a pistol near
I just wanna make records
The same color as Sisqo′s hair
If I'm being honest
I be dropping goat level shit
If I′m being modest
I'm in love with basic bitches, boy
I think they the hottest
But they never love me back
So, I be sad