paroles de chanson Bones - 316 Aaron

Oh shit, yeah, yeah, oh shit, oh shit, yeah, yeah, oh shit, yeah, yeah, oh shit, uh
I don't get mad about nothing, he talkin' down, I bury his bones
She cryin', yeah, yeah, so I tell her to go
She like, Noah, why you don't give me no attention

Why you always on your phone
I think I really love this bitch, she tellin' me shit I ain't ever been told
I think I might fuck this bitch, she always tellin' me how I am the GOAT
I'm gonna chop these fools, got one, two, three, four bands in the tote, yeah

I'm flashin' these motherfuckers, pullin' this choppa right out my coat, yeah
I always had my mind, yeah, I ain't never been broke
I tried to wife that bitch, but she ain't have no hope, yeah
Got all this Dior on me, I'm wearin' this Christian like Pope, yeah

Fuckin' this nasty bitch, yeah, she might be a ho, yeah
She just be askin' shit, oh I tell her I don't know
It get hotter than a tan, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When my bitch ain't got no plans, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm gonna fuck this bitch like damn, uh, ooh, ooh, ooh
She wanna hold my fuckin' hand, yeah, yeah, yeah
She already know that I'm the man, uh, uh, uh
Cuban diamonds on my neck, yeah, yeah, they dance, uh, ooh

All these bitches wanna get inside my pants, yeah, yeah, yeah
She wanna backdoor me, she can't get no chance
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She don't know where I been, if I fucked her, I'll do it again

My bitch so bad, yeah, she a ten outta ten, uh
Wait on my money to send, uh, uh
My bitch a Barbie, you could call me Ken, uh
You could call me Ken, yeah, yeah, I'm rippin' shit, uh

I get numbers, no arithmetic
I don't get mad about nothin', he talkin' down, I bury his bones
She cryin', yeah, yeah, so I tell her to go
She like, Noah, why you don't give me no attention

Why you always on your phone
I think I really love this bitch, she tellin' me shit I ain't ever been told, yeah
I think I might fuck this bitch, she always tellin' me how I am the GOAT, yeah
I'm gonna chop these fools, got one, two, three, four bands on the tote, yeah

I'm flash, these motherfuckers pullin' this choppa right out my coat, yeah
I always had my mind, yeah, I ain't ever been broke