paroles de chanson feel alive (hardrock) - remix - 270Jet

Broke the bank
Bitch I'm in a tank
Prada on the bag, only Prada on the tags
You can't be like me, can't get to my rank
You ain't high as me, gas I smoke is stank
Smokin on that propane, now i feel like hank
She say she want the drank
I'm ballin I'm up in the paint
Yes that is your girl, but it ain't shit to get her yanked
Cruisin in that big body whip, bitch this is a tank
Thought I saw the devil but he looked like me
Countin all this money I'm like "1, 2, 3"
I gotta turn up, too many hoes on me
Too many hoes on me
Too many hoes on me
Too much money, go too much problems, but a bitch ain't one
Diamonds my neck and on my collar
I'm the one
I'm the one
Yeah bitch i'm the one
I got a chop wit the drum
Fuck her, i'm makin her cum

(buh buh buh)
(ay, uh uh, yeah, uh yeah i'm the one)
(i'm the one)
(yeah i'm the one)

Lookin in the mirror I see Satan
Pull up wit that choppa and i'm sprayin
Cops gone raid the crib but that shit is very vacant
Bitches on me and they all tryna get naked
I'm fuck his body up so bad the cops will think he nameless
Shot him in the head I leave that boy faceless
Now he brainless, yeah he brainless
Yeah he brainless, yeah that boy is brainless
Bitches in my crib and they be beggin for a facelift
Had to kick em out I found out they was racist
I don't fuck wit SSGKobe that boys a rapist
I'm the real deal, bitch i'm not no trainin
Pull the trigger til my fingers fuckin achin
I'm gettin high wit my bitch yeah we bakin