paroles de chanson Kriss Vector - B baby feat. ttk.ej

Told me you will never leave kriss vector Mag Goin flip him out we knocked him out his sleep
Say that he wanna tatted, get that boy a sleeve
Man you fuck me up so bad, some nights I Couldn't even sleep
Now look at where we at, you with your new nigga It's cool cause my girl got my back

Aint stressing bout no hoe Now that shit never Been like that Kriss vector mag, gon'
Send that Boy up to the sky We send it down, you ain't Made a pack
Uh, so how the hell I'm supposed to feel? The fuck I look like, Arguing my wrist is Cartier
Its a diamond on my wrist why, you mad, i Fucked yo bitch

She said, she wanna eat the dick I said, come on, bae, I'ma trick
I get you what you want, we go out to Miami and get a crib
Kriss vector mag with Gen5 Bit gon' eat his Facd straight through his ear
I was so Hurt lost p5 That was my lit twin he'll, throw that sear

I told a twin to B5, his ass tweakin', out tryn shoot a deer
They gave him 30, he ain't even get no mercy He cryin' to his momma, his momma askin'
Was it worth it? You sittin' in that court, tryna Act up
But you nervous They took my dog away, that Shit had fuck with

Me a person And I was at your funeral, Lookin' down at
Your casket Askin' God, why you take my Nigga, why this
Gotta happen? I pray to Lorc my soul to keep, Cause niggas
Comin' after me I seen my cousin kill Somebody, man, that

Shit mean tragedy And while you have to Leave, I'm callin
Your phone, can you help me? You got me Writin' love songs, I know you
Still mad at me And I'm cool with your pops And mom, thought
You wanted family And I can't call your phone, You tell that

Group chat that you hate me And only time I See you when I'm over there
Thats crazy Man, I tell my momma that I want You to have
My baby And cryin' to my momma, damn, this Not how
You raised me And when I express my feelings, Please don't Repeat

What I said Cause I don't wanna talk about I Said what
I said Don't laugh at me, I promise I'll be right
Here if you come back to me