paroles de chanson Maison Margiela - Chevy Woods

Drops yeah, Glocks yeah, pots yeah, thoughts yeah
Waps yeah, chops yeah, opps yeah, knots yeah
Drops yeah, Glocks yeah, pots yeah, thoughts yeah
Waps yeah, chops yeah, opps yeah, knots yeah

I fell in love with that mouth, she always polish me (polish me)
I always knew he was a pussy, hiding behind them tweets (pussy, woo)
I put the brick on the scale, I send the brick through the mail
I just can't go out like that, I promise never to tell
I ignore the talk can't let it get to me
Made some more killings, got me smelling sweet
Banks rolls gotta get me some, call me brown, I'm my momma's son
Fucked up, she can't gain my trust
Who told you to fall in love
Baby I be surfing off McQueen, bitch I'm wavy
Gotta keep that thunder, I'm on defense bitch, OKC
Do it with that passion bitch you know you can't be lazy
Hit her with that magic stick then disappear, she crazy

Drops yeah, Glocks yeah, pots yeah, thoughts yeah
Waps yeah, chops yeah, opps yeah, knots yeah
Drops yeah, Glocks yeah, pots yeah, thoughts yeah
Waps yeah, chops yeah, opps yeah, knots yeah

Hundreds in my jeans drop that bag you get a dozen holes for that Krispy Kreme
Told her pull up bitch just slide, I be cooling with the guys
Little freak bitch on the side always comment in my live
Get that money that's the prize
Told that bitch don't tell no lies
She a demon in disguise, I could see it in her eyes
Gotta put your pride aside, turn that shit when we outside
He was hanging out the window, told my dog to let it fly
In the BM with your BM-s, she want touch it, she want suck it too
I don't even want her all the time but she be coming through
I know that they hating fuck it that's the motivation
I just want the top, she a wetty, I can't make her famous no no

Drops yeah, Glocks yeah, pots yeah, thoughts yeah
Waps yeah, chops yeah, opps yeah, knots yeah
Drops yeah, Glocks yeah, pots yeah, thoughts yeah
Waps yeah, chops yeah, opps yeah, knots yeah