paroles de chanson Stolen - 637FROZEN

I told the bitch, go get a job, no fair
I be cheating but a bitch don't care
You gon' talk that shit you get shot right there
You won't slide you scared
We gon' pull up right now that's a real nightmare
I be fast pull up where?
I be hitting from the back on the bitch pull her hair
I told the bitch, go get a job, no fair
I be cheating but a bitch don't care
You gon' talk that shit you get shot right there
You won't slide you scared
We gon' pull up right now that's a real nightmare
I be fast pull up where?
I be hitting from the back on the bitch pull her hair
I be getting to the money I'm aware
How you lie to my face when you told me you swear?
Real one, day ones to rare
It be cold outside, grab a coat its moncler
6bucks that boy like Pi'erre
I be fucking this bitch this bitch got money won't share
I be, right fucking there me and bro got the sticks
We outside like for real a pair
And the shit that I wear
Cost yo' rent and some money on top get it square
How you, cheat on the bitch real affair
Real shit no bitch could be there
Picture me winning
Look at me balling, I already did it
Gotta' look back, still no image
In my bookbag counting them digits
I hit the- I hit the gas and the whip start floating
I fucked the bitch she said i'm chosen
Look at my neck this shit be frozen
I be shooting this shit like DeRozen
I get the pack gone fast thats motion
I'm up in the whip cutting up its stolen
I got that cash look at my pocket its swollen
I fuck the botch no emotions
I do this shit like I'm Tracy Mcgrady
All the shots that i take be open
All of my bros be toting
All of my bitches they broken
All of my cash be big as the ocean
I got this 10 out of 10 gotta' focus
I be, swimming in green like a locus
All of my bitches be bad I post em'
I ain't down with this shit
Unless i got a bag, that's facts
Watch yo' back
You gon' talk that shit, you get shot in yo' back
You get shot in yo' back
For real don't lack
Run up on him that boy running track
Right back to the mf trap
It's always with me, the gun on my back
The gun on my side, so never run back
Pop out, got the mf mac
Run up on him that boy running track
Right back to the mf trap
That shit be a trap
Take em' right off the map