paroles de chanson No Argument - Adam John

Yessir
Yeah, young AJ young AJ
Hahahah let's get em
Uh
Yeah, this my buckroll season
I've been up for seven days straight no sleeping
Shorty off the xans in my living room tweaking
Coming for the man what the fuck were ya'll thinking
I will drop a tape up on your ass without blinking
I will drop a hit up on your ass for no reason
Fuck a go fund me Ima' start a go feed me
Swear I'm so hungry man this shit is so easy
They wouldn't believe me back when I was Beezy
Acting up and scheming trapping all my CD's
Before I rocked the BB's Pradas and the GG's
I was hitting licks on the corners where the fiends be
Gee B you should fall back a bit
Fuck that, I get on the track and smack a bitch
Snap on it like I drank a pint of Actavis
Then send it out to G cuz I know he finna smash the mix
Shittin on em like I ate a box of laxatives
Traphouse doing numbers I don't even have to spit
Story of my life you don't know the half of it
Make my competition disappear like a magic trick poof
And I swear it only evolves Ima' Don if It storms Ima' keep calm
Ima' prophet like Mohammad at Rahim Mosque
I just fast for 30 days then get my feast on
I got all these rappers choking like the weed strong
I'm just aiming at their heads like it's Vietnam
At the Three Palms somewhere wit yo b moms
Counting up my dijon about to get my freak on
Don't you worry bout it she a fucking thot
She should get a trophy for the way she suck my cock
You should get to know me homie I'm the one you not
You should live your life cuz it's the only one you got
I'm still living and that's only by the grace of God
My mind's a prison don't know if I can escape or not
Mind my business time to get it never taking off
The only time I feel I'm being useful's when I'm making songs
So I stay up all night recording
In the studio with the ball like I'm Jordan
Left the studio met a broad and she gorgeous
She got stupid throat I'll be gone in the morning
Now she in the past tense dwelling on my absence
Down to her last cent wondering where her cash went
I got a hunnit chicks down for the summer chicks
She don't wanna love and kiss she just wanna fuck and dip
Come on now thought I told ya'll boys
Need my money now what's the hold up boys
Ever since I seen the all gold Rolls Royce
I knew I had to get it for real no more polaroids
Bunch of older boys acting like they paper getting
I could make their bitches fuck me in like eight positions
Im a great musician you the pot I take a piss in
You just thought I'd stay in prison
What you thought don't make a difference
You rappers silly don't argue with me I'll slap you silly
Go grab a philly a bag of middies and act a hippie
The wrath is in me I'm snapping harder than all you is
Embody shit at this point It's no argument