paroles de chanson Sunroof - BIGBABYGUCCI feat. Frais

(They call us the crack house)
I ain't get these [?] from the [?], I [?] (Spencer)
Who the hell is Carlo?

I ain't get these [?] from the [?], I [?] it but it be stretchin' niggas
Wonder how I spit without no practice 'cause I'm better than 'em
Yeah, it's a Cadillac but if I get the gas, I be [?]
Yeah, my old ho was bad but my new bitch look better with me
They way I switch the style it still be hard, it must be codeine
Fuck I look like tappin' in with niggas? Y'all don't know me
All these scores, I pulled up in the city, I need four rings
Thirty shots inside the whip, we hit him like he police
Ain't with that Instagram thot and that lil' bitch gon' have to show me
I know you think you in the game but you just speakin' from the floor seats
I had to burn some bridges but the heat just keep me cozy
I put [?] on the [?] 'cause I like to keep the street cool
Me and GUCCI in the penthouse countin' hundreds but this ain't nun' new
I got these Instagram models shaped like bottles and they comin' through
Damn, bitch, yo' pussy good as hell, I can't replace you
Like to knock the block off, y'all
Big boy shit now, I'll tell you

Damn, man, my jeweler froze time
I'm in LA with the fuckin' diamonds like it's showtime
I don't think he got much long to live, he playin' both sides
In my crib, we pushin' out them records like it's Motown
If I come, I bet I make 100k in your town
Gave that bitch the boot, she tried to disrespect the program
Make 'em acknowledge it, born [?], baby, somehow, I'm a prodigy
If we step in the club, you know we boostin' the economy
Ayy, them diamonds off-set and I take off
Said she want some liquor, gave her lean, bitch, not no Merlot
And every time she leave my crib, she gotta get a hair-do
She tryna fall in love, you know [?]
Standin' on the block, we wear the Glock just like a medal
I'm hittin' two-hundred when my foot is on the pedal
Lil' buddy, calm down, you ain't even on my level
Yo' bitch be on my line, had to put her on my schedule
Uh, what's your number? Yeah, it's NUMBER N(INE), huh
Why he actin' funny when I come around?
I heard that pussy nigga hungry, told that nigga eat around
I'm only cookin' in the kitchen, no, I never eat around
He talkin' shit, I take his bed and now I'm living in his house
She suck my dick like every day, it's like I'm living in her mouth
I'm on the Perc', gas, lean, and I ain't never comin' down
Them bullets rearrange his face, I can't say who he is now

Put a hole in a nigga head like a sunroof
Sunroof
Gee, I'ma tell you