paroles de chanson Wagon - Billy Sk33t

It's Billy Sk33t let's get it going
Ya know
We're gonna
We're gonna vibe
Mmmmm

Flexing on these skettels
I got slugs and all my metals
Got a foot up on the petal
s hot just like a kettel
Chillin' with the boys and we buss' and we heim
And we zooted on the zel got the ice on my time
Only like the girls when they pack them big wagons
Got yo' girl for the weekend
She's wack she be naggin'
See my verses in the Torah
Girlfriend looking like she Dora
Me and 30 women and we posted up in Bora Bora
You lookin' fruity packing pink and purple floral
You just old news
Call you yanny or you laurel
I been pullin' up in dad attire with the bod'
All these snake arse women smellin' fishy like they cod
Pullin' up with Jane Fonda
Skrtin' in a Honda
Cause a massive genocide
Just like Rwanda
I like big rump, call me booty dragon
I like the girls when the got them bid wagons

Your girl hit my line
She got that big wagon
Diamonds on my mind
My pants they stay saggin'
Pull up to your house
With my feet they draggin'
Skrt to the kitchen
Like whats cracka-lackin
Asked for some beans
Y'all said y'all be lackin'
Pull up to your wife
Best know I be packin'
A little confused on why y'all be lackin
All that I know is she's got that big wagon

She's got that big wagon yo squad I'm attackin'
Pull up fully strapped, loaded Smith and Wesson
Shooting for the stars I got money on my mind
Let's forget where I came from, let's not rewind
Diamonds shine bright, like lens flares from Star Trek
Booty on my, Cuban on my neck
You lookin' slow, you just a red neck
Your mom is Jade, and Billy is Beck
If carrots help vision, then why are mine blinding
Searching for the drip, like Nemo I'm finding
Pull up on your block icy cool like I'm toothpaste
Running up these checks
Flexing Yeezy's now I'm looking laced
It is finals week, should be studying some History
But I'm cooking up these bars kinda like Rotisserie
Not playing around, I got all this jewelry
Posted with Scooby, let's go solve a mystery
I'm like John Wayne Gacy, spittin' like a villain
Killin' this beat, instead of killing children woah
You lookin' dumb, just cut that big afro
Your shwartz is small, kinda like macro
Swimmin' in this drip, I'm doing back strokes
Don't want to admit it, but I can really rap bro

Your girl hit my line
She got that big wagon
Diamonds on my mind
My pants they stay saggin'
Pull up to your house
With my feet they draggin'
Skrt to the kitchen
Like whats cracka-lackin
Asked for some beans
Y'all said y'all be lackin'
Pull up to your wife
Best know I be packin'
A little confused on why y'all be lackin
All that I know is she's got that big wagon