paroles de chanson Yokai - 6ix9ine
For
my
go
gettas
Tre
eight
grippa,
dope
brick
flippa
Bad
bitch
hitta,
foreign
drop
whippa
For
my
cold
killas,
for
my
soul
liftas
Body
bag
fillas,
for
my
go
gettas
Tre
eight
grippa,
dope
brick
flippa
Bad
bitch
hitta,
foreign
drop
whippa
Maniac,
all
black
Click
clack,
fall
back
Take
ya
bitch,
dog
that
Flip
switch,
roach
trap
Dead
case,
solve
that
Gun
clap,
high
hat
Click
clack,
absorb
that
Boy,
brrat,
boy,
brrat
Pistol
to
ya
melon
quit
the
yellin
imma
count
to
3
Lowin
on
the
block
with
my
scums
all
surrounding
me
Still
up
in
the
trap
where
the
hustlers
and
the
addicts
be
Poppin
shit'll
get
you
split,
turn
into
a
tragedy
Beat
you
to
a
pulp,
with
a
sock
full
of
batteries
Shotty
to
ya
dome
make
yo
ass
defy
gravity
Fuckin
bitches
sake
sippin
nigga
had
to
quit
the
lean
Young
scummy
money
gettin
scum
gang
matayean
Ruger
spit,
pop
ya
back
I
came
up
in
the
game
was
really
doing
it
Pop
ya
black
I
came
up
in
the
game
was
really
shooting
it
Move
the
split,
split
the
spliff
release
the
pits
Screaming
honey
get
the
kids,
screaming
homie
jump
the
fence
Purge
the
yay,
ball
of
eight,
have
em
twisting
turning
ways
Purge
the
yay,
ball
of
eight,
flip
it
double
up
the
pay
Okay
now
chad
did
acid
once
and
now
he
be
hearing
voices
I
had
to
link
with
69
because
the
beefing
was
pointless
Was
closin
curtains
in
the
hearses
while
y'all
boys
was
wearing
purses
Servin
service
swerving
in
suburbans
rims
scraping
the
serpants
Put
em
in
a
coffin,
toss
em
Smother
em,
cover
em
Dirt
bed,
"dead"
white
shirt
said
Muzzle
em,
put
him
in
a
lot
nail
hammer
and
bang
Till
my
body
break
the
chains
its
scum
to
the
gang,
(squad)
For
my
cold
killas,
for
my
soul
liftas
Body
bad
fillas,
for
my
go
gettas
Tre
eight
grippa,
dope
brick
flippa
Bad
bitch
hitta,
foreign
drop
whippa
For
my
cold
killas,
for
my
soul
liftas
Body
bad
fillas,
for
my
go
gettas
Tre
eight
grippa,
dope
brick
flippa
Bad
bitch
hitta,
foreign
drop
whippa
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