paroles de chanson Biltmore - Big Money Rich

Aye
Yeah
Biltmore Rich
My manz used to be on go about me
(On go about me)
Now he get around people and talk low about me
(He talk down)
My Babymama used to be loco about me
(Crazy)
Now she wanna put a choke hold around me
I'm the same nigga that put you on some shit
(I put you on it)
I only showed you love now you want me dead
I watch niggas go ahead fuckin wit them scams
(They was swiping)
A nigga killed Proph fucking with them checks
A lot Niggss on my list I gotta mark em out
Line niggas up like parking spots
Kill em in parking lots
(Gun em down)
Compressor on the chop make a gargole sound
So all u hear is screams in the car garage
Jealousy in the air like a fucking cloud
So I'mma kill u I ain't even bout to fuck around
(I ain't even bout to play)
2 ars on the block we had to buckle down
Nigha slide down this way he sliding in the ground
(OH MY)
Face first ma fucka
I be pissing on the trees it's my turf ma fucka
Two boxes filled up with syrup in the cupboard
All this syrup all we eating is pancakes for the summer
(Pancakes for the summer)
Nigga, Aye
No cap at all
Come and cope a few Right now I knock a couple off
Two 9s and 4 bigs was a brick of soft
(It was a brick of soft)
So free Vezzo that was some chicken talk
How many ounces do it take before I Buy a brick
Nigha iced my neck out before I bought whip
Nigga floss the whip out before I bought a crib
Niggas left me for Dead than I started living
How many ounces do it take before I Buy a brick
Nigha iced my neck out before I bought whip
Nigga floss the whip out before I bought a crib
Niggas left me for Dead than I started living
Since I ain't breaking bread niggss wanna beef
But Nighas left me for dead like on world war Z
I thought I was yo ma fucka baby you Was foolin me
Been lookin at me crazy since the people said that quarter million
That shit factual
Me and baby ain't compatible
Only sexual
(Facts)
You done slip so many times and I was catching you.
You ain't sneeze one fuckin time And I was blessing you
Thank god the bag came This afternoon
Shit I knew you was go come cuz I was tracking you
And the address passable
That line Flagable
I shouldn't even said that type of Shit to try to brag to you
(I shouldn't told yAll that)
Aye, Riding in a Chally cuz I parked mine
This nigga Walt Rolly bright but he from dark side
(But he from Joy Road)
West 7 mile all mine
We Got the 7 lock like down like r9
(Like in the county)