paroles de chanson Transit - Chevy Woods feat. Lola Monroe
This
beat
is
fucking
crazy
Turn
the
music
up
a
little
bit
more
Cool
All
these
bitches,
they
love
it
All
these
niggas,
they
hate
it
They
be
sick
to
their
stomach,
look
at
the
look
on
their
faces
Me
and
my
niggas
just
ballin',
we
make
something
from
nothing
We
just
fuckin'
the
money,
she
screamin'
baby,
I'm
cumin'
All
these
niggas,
they
love
it
All
these
bitches,
they
hate
it
They
be
sick
to
their
stomach,
look
at
the
look
on
their
faces
Me
and
my
bitches
just
ballin',
we
make
something
from
nothing
I
ride
this
hustle
for
good,
the
money
never
stop
comin'
That
new
piece
that
was
sick,
you
probly
talk
when
you
pinch
Only
had
time
for
that
combo
for
niggas
scorin'
them
bricks
No,
I
ain't
lyin'
at
all,
ask
your
friends
cause
they
know
it
My
niggas
empty
them
clips,
then
fill
'em
up,
that's
reloadin'
Got
a
thing
for
that
money,
fast
cars
and
that
dough
I
was
actin'
a
fool,
now
sellin'
20's
a
soul
Like
anything
for
a
dollar
but
I
was
foolin'
myself
You
gotta
fight
for
your
hustle,
what
would
you
do
for
the
belt?
Even
the
bitches
would
shoot,
blow
a
kiss
from
that
pistol
Couple
of
hot
magazines
so
you
can
come
get
your
issue
All
of
them
Taylor's
a
show
and
what
you
heard
was
a
whistle
What's
really
stripes
over
here
cause
all
that
niggas
official
All
these
bitches,
they
love
it
All
these
niggas,
they
hate
it
They
be
sick
to
their
stomach,
look
at
the
look
on
their
faces
Me
and
my
niggas
just
ballin',
we
make
something
from
nothing
We
just
fuckin'
the
money,
she
screamin'
baby,
I'm
cumin'
All
these
niggas,
they
love
it
All
these
bitches,
they
hate
it
They
be
sick
to
their
stomach,
look
at
the
look
on
their
faces
Me
and
my
bitches
just
ballin',
we
make
something
from
nothing
I
ride
this
hustle
for
good,
the
money
never
stop
comin'
Oh
shit,
Chevy,
they
gon
make
me
grind
on
the
Chevy
Hoke
it,
ready,
bitch
'bout
to
go
down
like
confetti
I
push
harder
than
pussies
giving
birth,
I
say
Now
these
dry
ass
bitches
sending
first
my
way
Got
the
whole
city
on
my
shoulder,
my
driver
ain't
never
been
chauffeured
And
the
motherfuckers
tell
me
when
to
go,
when
to
stay
What
to
do,
how
to
play,
I'm
a
chose
'er
He
know
opposing
arrows,
I
be
exposing
your
hoes
Like
how
you
fuck
and
you
suck,
to
be
exposed
to
bin
those
Until
you
grind
like
me
I
make
it
in
to
miss
the
struggle
Shut
the
fuck
up,
our
lion's
in
to
miss
the
jungles
I'm
closing
curtains,
so
you
can
throw
the
towel
in
Versace
linens,
my
style
been
in
dowry
ten
All
these
bitches,
they
love
it
All
these
niggas,
they
hate
it
They
be
sick
to
their
stomach,
look
at
the
look
on
their
faces
Me
and
my
niggas
just
ballin',
we
make
something
from
nothing
We
just
fuckin'
the
money,
she
screamin'
baby,
I'm
cumin'
All
these
niggas,
they
love
it
All
these
bitches,
they
hate
it
They
be
sick
to
their
stomach,
look
at
the
look
on
their
faces
Me
and
my
bitches
just
ballin',
we
make
something
from
nothing
I
ride
this
hustle
for
good,
the
money
never
stop
comin'
1 Speed
2 Vice
3 Shine
4 Outchea
5 Jacksonville
6 Hazelwood
7 U.S.A.
8 Ca$H
9 Circumstances
10 Be Real
11 Transit
12 Transit
13 12 Rounds
14 Two Hundred
15 M'fer
16 Travolta
17 Lott
18 Delonte West
19 Homerun
20 Ace N Mitch
21 Nothin Else
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