paroles de chanson Monkey D. Luffy - BabyTron

Paid the whole bill, your bitch said you the split it type
Poor-ass lil' boy
Yeah
Huh

Paid the whole bill, your bitch said you the split it type
Demons all around me, prayer'd up, I ain't living right
Unky got some bully off the leash, had to hit it twice
Darrelle Revis, pick you off you try and pick a fight
Nice guy, you really can't tell cause my mug mean
Chain water, diamonds dancing, gleaming off the sun beams
Talking 'bout you sipping mud, where, dude? Your cup clean
I been getting money since before my phone was touchscreen
Star player, boy, I hope the haters got the front seat
Monkey D. Luffy, I'm in my duffy off of One Piece
Shout out to that BIN, fire six, all my dumps heat
Heard doggy undercover, 21 Jump Street
Flying 'round with sticks, like a witch, shit get wicked quick
Get the head, then like a chip, bitch, I'm finna dip
Twenty-eight Amiris, tryna get the dog shit to fit
Laying in the ditch, face split, that's what snitches get
Double cup, deuce of Wocky, nah, this ain't Biggby's coffee
Unky got a kennel in the kitchen, it's 'bout fifty doggies
Touchdown, call ocky, tell him get them giffies off me
Nike Tech vet, I done ran through like sixty joggers
Southpaw, hit the self scan, jabbing with my right
Sending bitches in, like, "You gotta jam it, then you swipe"
Worth a mill' ticket when I'm standin' by a mic
Why you talkin' 'bout some money? Never had it in your life

Man, don't be mad at me
That's a personal problem
Fix that shit
ASAP
Phew
Hey

Multi-colored diamonds in the chain, this bitch tie dye
Talking 'bout he made a ten ball, you want a high five?
Walking through the function, all the bitches got the side eye
V12, push the pedal once, you see me fly by
Amiri sneaks with the skeleton, I look like Dry Bones
Rap star, made my first five off an iPhone
Thirty ball, quick turn around, ain't have to drive long
Frozone, slide down, buffs and my ice on
Blue wide body, doggy thought he seen the state troopers
'Til we hopped out, Glocks out, I'm with face shooters
I been talking huge shit since a grade schooler
State to state cracking cards, never been a 'caine mover
I was down bad, but ma dukes made a table turner
Bitch, we on top like the stove and we came with burners
Hit your bitch, I'm in her walls like a cable worker
Heard doggy song, he should've named it the greatest purper
Bitch, shoes Dior, jeans RtA
Slide this way, boy, I hope you got an army tank
Paid a few months of your rent on these Carti frames
Riding 'round with a doll, yeah, a Barbie thing
Hustle lacking, you will never touch the court again
Made a play today, that just means I got some more to spend
You gon' beat your bitch ass you find out we more than friends
In the fast lane, burning rubber, headed towards the M

Ayy, ShittyBoyz