paroles de chanson Armageddon - 47shawnn
(Earl
on
the
beat)
(Chasethemoney,
Chasethemoney)
Armageddon
How
many
rings
do
you
got
on?
Like
seven
Used
to
ride
'round
tryna
get
it
with
Devin
Fuckin
this
bitch
she
a
match
made
in
heaven
Met
a
little
brother
that
nigga
was
meddling
Said
he
gon
make
it,
I
told
him
keep
peddling
And
don't
be
contained,
no
such
thing
as
settling
Gandmaster
Boat,
I'm
a
reverend
Gang
at
the
studio
gambling
Bro
got
a
bitch
in
the
back
and
he
damaging
Pass
her
to
gang
beat
her
friend
just
like
makeup
Ass
super
fat
but
the
titties
are
A-cup
Been
had
a
tectonic
go
get
a
Jacob
Chop
at
his
chest
and
his
life
in
a
hiccup
Rich
and
I'm
weak
I
cannot
do
a
situp
Buddy
can't
dress
told
him
go
get
his
fit
up
I'm
tired
(How
much
was
your
sneaks
bro?)
Eight
grand
Need
a
beach
house,
out
the
door
it's
the
sand
Fuck
on
the
jet
till
the
time
that
we
land
Cool,
you
made
it,
you
still
a
fan
All
those
followers
don't
equal
no
grand
Say
what
I
want
cause
I'm
rich
and
I
can
Damn
Okay
Done
helping
niggas
don't
ask
for
a
hand
My
glocks
come
with
drums
Like
a
motherfucking
band
Like
this
ain't
the
life
that
I
planned
Real
trapper
nigga,
sell
sand
to
a
beach
You
is
a
student,
that
I
couldn't
teach
Imma
shoot
at
his
feet,
make
him
jump
to
the
beat
Nigga,
why
does
he
act
like
he's
street?
(Laughing)
Aye
Okay,
Niggas
is
pussy
I
said
what
I
said
Gun
him
down,
I
want
him
dead
Aim
at
his
head,
cook
him
like
Gordon
Ricks
on
my
feet,
costing
more
than
your
Jordan's
You
couldn't
stop
me
Ya
bitch
wanna
top
me
Even
Shaq
in
his
prime,
had
to
practice
to
block
me
I
beat
it
like
Rocky
The
gas
that
I'm
smoking
is
diesel
Sour
Ghosting
these
bitches
like
power
Austin
Greener
than
niggas
that's
playing
for
Boston
I
can't
drive
the
coup,
cause
I
fucked
round
and
lost
it
I'll
spin
round
his
city,
I'm
looking
for
murder
I
fuck
with
the
beef,
like
this
shit
is
a
burger
I'll
hit
up
the
plug,
then
I'll
toss
out
the
burner
I'll
wish
for
a
brick,
like
my
name
Timmy
Turner
I'll
beat
up
the
brick
like
I'm
Ike
Ride
with
that
strap
on
me
like
I'm
a
Dyke
Niggas
be
clutching
so
why
would
I
fight?
Put
that
beam
on
his
head,
make
him
look
at
the
light,
(On
God)
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