paroles de chanson Violent Sax - Beretta Biz

It ain't really no excuse to be this playa
Pinky up with my refreshments
Fucking with the preachers niece
We chopping bout the New Testament Against the old laws
I'm diamond tested no flaws
She like damn you kinda tall
I thought you played pro ball
She seen all this square footage
And the plaques on the wall
My entourage my style
And persona says it all
Too self driven for a coach
But I can buy the coach store for you
Let you know I got ya best interests
I'm allured to you

I ain't never tryna break it
I'm just tryna take it
Don't let all the hills we facing be your demonstration
Remember when I had nathan told me keep
My patience
And together we'll escape the trials and tribulations

How many millions do it take to hit the ceiling
We gon find out
You a 10 hands down
I'd never trade my dime out
Not even a 9.5 could be my side spouse
You like a 3.5 in a Dutch I'm on the 9th cloud
Benihana's take out
Cuz I can't wait to get you home
Love to hear ya voice in the morning
But more so when you moan
Take you to La Michoacana
And we can split a cone
Seeing caramel drizzle on your face
Do something to my soul

I ain't never tryna break it
I'm just tryna take it
Don't let all the hills we facing be your demonstration
Remember when I had nathan told me keep
My patience
And together we'll escape the trials and tribulations