paroles de chanson Afm - Cashleaders

I wonder if she like me
Or do she think I'm clowning like that boy up in IT
Bitch I'm hyphy give a fuck if you don't like me
We ain't a gang bitch we rollin' in our fuckin' white tee's
I'm chillin' with my niggas got a bag of that killa
Gotta bad ass bitch tryna suck me like a swisher
Gaddamn niggas ain't fuckin' with me in the AM
P.M all the way down in the DMs
Wait till a nigga gon' meet em
Watch how a nigga gon' greet em
Yo walk in the club and everybody just lose it
See this bitch it ain't no confusing
Ain't the size of the gun nigga it's how you use it
Niggas just do it no time to cool it
Poison the dudes edible
Dip the body up in the chemicals
Schedule one a federal
Medical medicine dude want beef then we let em in
Been waiting to claim new settlements
Rape and pillaging creep like a militant
Beat down a nigga like I never did
Out this bitch we ain't leaving no evidence
Hit that nigga with the motherfuckin' choppa
Case this nigga think he playin' fuckin' Contra
Put his ass out in the house of doctor
Diagnosis man I think a nigga shot him
Looking for his ass like a broke ass father
Pop in Poppin poppa
You don't even bother you don't want drama
Stays with the Llama like a farmer
Care like Obama pack tricks like Ronda
When it comes to the money knuckle up a motherfucker like we playin' in Uganda
Gotta be kiddin' me, stay smoking celery
Bitch you ain't friending me more like my enemy
They askin' if you remember me
I be like ya I do you feeding off my energy

Silly me, gotta bitch in the back shoutin' Billie Jean
First date on the bitch call it bills for me
Throw the bill on her that I paid for then I flick ya bean
Then I cock and squeeze
Fuck it I'm popping ya pops
Droppin a couple of shots
Coppin ya mom and some pot
Watching her rocking the cock
Wait what what what
Choppin' out the bando, rockets on em like rambo
Pockets like a fatso poppa boy you don't know
Bottles bang Bobby Brown, bang a body on foes
Bang ya neighbour on coke Body bitches beggin' party on hoes
Beg ya boy to bang flows bang these hoes
Belly slap a hoe sayin' pretty bitch don't go
Kill em with a ho-ho, wonder what it was
Gotta couple guns tryna cop a lotta funds
Cuttin man-buns fuck it breaking off a lung
Munchin on the sluts that I fuck em for a lunch
Brains for dinner games play no bitches
I ain't playing with em you gain weight you dippin'
Big ol' bitch better roll away
Like I'm thick as chilly without the baby weight
You're my baby bae, break her back then I make my way
To make a snack then I take her cane
Drop top get it going popeye wit it
Going raw dawg spitting
Till I slaughter bitches if you lost I'll get you
Rock on socks off then I'll drop ya section
Slob on the knob and wash it all off
Watching you walk has got me all wrong
Constantly talk and watch you fall off
Pop pop I don't give a fuck
Pop her while she on the nuts and I ain't stopping cuhz
Aye fuck you too I ain't fuckin' with you dude
Medicated vacay to Vegas
Don't say if make it say grace and take it
I ain't taking favours fake friends and Satan
Snake ways ya waitin' Shake hands and hate me
Blast cans I'll mase ya
Die the day the paper ends
High we slang to gain some shit
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