paroles de chanson industry fck up - Blo

You're for money, some niggas care for-
Some niggas care for money, some niggas care for love
Bro had to pay a lawyer, how the fuck he catch a dog?
Shout-out to Real Wright, top 49, he's a dog
I can fuck you all night, as long as I got some drugs
All you do is party, bitch, you ain't tired of the club
No smile, I give a mug, no depth in giving hugs
Then buy my bitch a dog, a Frenchie, this is not a pub
At Hay's, bull on a wiki, showing Billy love

I give you a arm, wait, I give you a tongue, wait
Never been a prom date, fuck my baby mom, yeah
Pussy good in here, might buy her Chanel
She might let another nigga touch it, won't get BBL
In prison, I'm getting my GED, I could've went to hell
Try to trap it, now fucked up the weed, think I broke the scale
Eat unsecured meat, thought it was global tier
I'll never tell, I'd rather rot in jail

Whoop-dee-do! 10 up, 10 side, show me your quits
I'll pay you too, are you dreaming too?
Your friend fine as hell, I'm tryna fuck her too
Badass pussy looking at me, I just might lick the moves
Lick, lick, I'll give you good dick, I'll give you good ricks
Who cares, I'm a good trick, just send me your good fleets
I'll buy your pussy bitch, virtually, virtually
I'll buy your pussy pink, don't tell on me, that nothing's sick

Your mouth closed, damn, you got pretty toes
Scrap for scrap, we selling both
I heard you were using me for money, I can't fuck
I heard you was using me for money I can't fuck with those
I love a brother throat
Jeff, shut yo' ass up, niggas your ass told
That shit in Venice exposed
P.I. fucking a bitch in the hallway, they sent me to Dooley
P.I. fucking a bitch in the hallway, now my security closed

Me and Uno was sharing clothes
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, four Glocks, cuatro
I don't know if I said that right but like a stripper, I keep a pole
And I'll make you dance
You just second dick, please keep on your pants
I don't need to see your pussy, even though it's bald
Got this shit out the mud, straight out the project, I feel like Yung Mal
I really be on a wicked wish but blaze super ball
You said it's yo' bitch until I sell her to the mall

I buy her purses, if I came for my verses
Really like that chocolate shit, brown skin like Hershey's
Fuck that pad, fuck I'll tell, bitch, I was working
You know I was working
I was going in, in
I done spent a ten, I didn't fuck a friend
Take it to the chin

Oh, pretty bitch again