paroles de chanson Vette Musik - August $antan

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Lil August

Vet with the turbo it sound like a rocket (Brrt)
Got fifty bands all in my pocket
You don't get no money so lil nigga stop it (Yeah)
If I want it I buy it I cop it
Got a bad bitch and she work at hot topic (Brrt)
Thick ass fuck, she giving me sloppy (Brrt)
All the Spanish bitches call me papi (Yeah)
Still walkin em down with my Tommy
But you know I gotta keep a new Glock
Bandanas on Dracos we call it Tupac
I'm everything that y'all niggas not
Nigga kept talkin I gave him a knot
Yo hoe keep on callin so I had to block
You know I got niggas still whippin the pot
I'm popping my shit no I never can flop
It's getting so lonely at the fucking top

Issey Miyake my jeans and my jacket
Momma said she need a brand new Patek
You know imma buy a new coupe for my daddy
Run up my money cause we never had it
We some G Babies so I got it tatted
Me and my nigga still tote automatics
Promise you nigga you don't want no static
I'll cut a bitch up like some motherfuckin cabbage
I got a bad bitch and she from Alabama
She like to pour Actavis all in her Fanta
Can't get shit from me lil bitch I'm not Santa
My cousin still whippin that Hannah Montana
I been throwin up from the Wok in my belly
I got a few bitches sittin up in the telly
I do what I want, ain't shit you can tell me
KR till I die
Nigga do you feel me
Lil August ain't poppin no pills no more
You know Lil August never been no hoe
You know Lil August pull up in a Rolls
Lil August don't pay for none of his shoes
Santan don't fuck with none these hoes
Pac-Man the way I'm finna go ghost
Bat-Man the way I feel in these clothes
Dash cam so you can see how I feel in this

Vet with the turbo it sound like a rocket (Brrt)
Got fifty bands all in my pocket
You don't get no money so lil nigga stop it (Yeah)
If I want it I buy it I cop it
Got a bad bitch and she work at hot topic (Brrt)
Thick ass fuck, she giving me sloppy (Brrt)
All the Spanish bitches call me papi (Yeah)
Still walkin em down with my Tommy
But you know I gotta keep a new Glock
Bandanas on Dracos we call it Tupac
I'm everything that y'all niggas not
Nigga kept talkin I gave him a knot
Yo hoe keep on callin so I had to block
You know I got niggas still whippin the pot
I'm popping my shit no I never can flop
It's getting so lonely at the fucking top

Issey Miyake my jeans and my jacket

You know imma buy a new coupe for my daddy

We some G Babies so I got it tatted
Me and my nigga still tote automatics
Promise you nigga you don't want no static
I'll cut a bitch up like some motherfuckin cabbage