paroles de chanson Always On Go. - Barplugbachi

They trinna rush On the boy sipping vodka
My wrist feeling colder than glaciers
Ap don't own a Patek yet I still got the time
Why you testing my patience
She wanna fuck on the boy
Say she loving the style and she digging the fragrance
They trinna copy the kid but you don't got the reaper
So niggas can't paste it
I can't believe that I made it
Got so much money they think I'm a mason
She didn't love me before
So I bought her a bag now she think I'm amazing
Don't really love me for me
But she sucking me off cause she say that I'm famous
Niggas be gassing me up for a feature
Just pay me no need for the glazing

Black on my shoes
Match with the tint
Weed on my shirt I mistake it for lint
Dimonds so WET slippery sin
Amiri my jeans yeah cost maybe 10
Speak on my name
Never been friends
I'm running the scene when I'm not in the ends
Switch up the flow
I'm getting high I can't think anymore
She getting so comfy so she gotta go
Know that the plug understated fosho
Monopoly moves and I'm always on go
Calling my girl while I'm out on the road
She roll my js before im out the door

50s and 100s all-up on the floor
She be screaming my name
Like I'm doing the most
Lines like adidas she hitting the slopes
I got bullets with names with nigga I'm finna blow
Checking my cheddar dont matter the weather
The weed got me lifted I'm light as a feather
Niggas that think we the same
Just play the same games my nigga I'm BIGGER and BETTER
Popping a perk got me going beserk
Got my mind doing circles I'm high as propellers
Breaking the bank I don't eat on my own
I'm gone break all the bread man I dine with my fellas
Say you an animal I'm going primal
I came with the gang and it's full of gorillas
Surfing I'm radical fuck a sabbatical
I'm in the office I handle my business
We in trap and so close all the windows
We loud as a bitch and we don't need a witness
Run to the bank like im checking my fitness
The ring that I got only meant for the bitches

They trinna rush On the boy sipping vodka
My wrist feeling colder than glaciers
Ap don't own a Patek yet I still got the time
Why you testing my patience
She wanna fuck on the boy
Say she loving the style and she digging the fragrance
They trinna copy the kid
But you don't got the reaper
So niggas can't paste it
I can't believe that I made it
Got so much money they think I'm a mason
She didn't love me before
So I bought her a bag now she think I'm amazing
Don't really love me for me
But she sucking me off cause she say that I'm famous
Niggas be gassing me up for a feature
Just pay me no need for the glazing