paroles de chanson Courvoisier - Abby Jasmine

Let it grow, let it, let
I like niggas who don't ask to hit my blunt, yeah (I do)
I like bank roses on the cloths and pound up in trunk
I know hood niggas that will fuck you up (I know, I know, I know)
Bitch you only took a sip, how you already drunk (bitch)

I don't like molly, don't like no percocets, I'd rather smoke one
My ex think that I'm comin' back, I told him boy you so dumb
I call you little bitch, but nigga you a whole one (bitch)
Whole one (bitch)
Ho (bitch)
Ho wait (bitch)

Give me the Courvoisier, bitch
Put it in my cup, bitch
Why you tryna front, bitch
I be in my bag, yeah
I heard you used to be poppin', you gonna win, no set
And my niggas keep that ammo like Its Baghdad

And I feel like Dr. Phil in my bag bag
You don't know how to treat women, had a bad dad
I don't really like these niggas, man I'm mad mad
Where this money comin' in me, I'm like God damn

Had to give my shit up to a nigga who ain't had his licks up
Taught a niggas how to trap and now he taught his bitch, yeah
I don't really get this shit, my nigga, I'm too lit yeah
Gucci on my face and on waist and on his dick, yeah
How you tryna play a bitch, you playin' like the Knicks yeah

She think I'm a lesbian the way she meet my fist, yeah
I can't stop until I got a house up on my wrist, yeah
I saw you a fool but I would rather pull the lip yeah

Pass, the Courvoisier, bitch
Put it in my cup, bitch
Why you tryna front, bitch
I be in my bag, yeah
I heard you used to be poppin', you gonna win, no set

And my niggas keep that ammo like Its Baghdad
And I feel like Dr. Phil in my bag bag
You don't know how to treat women, had a bad dad
I don't really like these niggas, man I'm mad, mad

(I like niggas who don't ask to hit my blunt)
(I do)