paroles de chanson DAMN Freestyle, Pt. 2 - Chris Choice

Gahh damn
Yea yea yea yea yea
Smoking good on this one
Back with the shits

Aww damn I know that I'm on
Walk in the spot and they pull out they phone
Look in my eyes I'm high as a drone
Bitch you ain't fucking then leave me alone
100's on 100's they looking like clones
You know how I'm smelling this money cologne
Wrist kind of rocky call it Stallone
Nuggets on Michael Malone
Get in the game moving the zone
MVP my status
Lil no look when I'm passing
I'll go lay up with a baddie
Red gloss paint on a Caddy
And I got matte blue tone on the racks
Post on the block nonstop like Shaq
Young nigga ball bitch check my stats
I don't be capping for pussy
Whenever I ask she give the shit to me
I'm smacking that ass she dripping in fluid
Bitch throwing it back she know what she doing
Baby know I'm out the trap
Sumter done made me a threat
I got a play in the Met
Bread on my head like barrettes
When I was broke I was fresh
I ain't got money I ain't feeling my best
Now I'm big dawg ain't no damn pet
It's stingray if I'm in that Vette
Paramount shit make the movie monumental
B roll clip shooting niggas through the window
I got the racks and the hoes on agenda
Itinerary get filled til December
Cold as the winter
Know I ain't Malcolm no man in the middle
No I ain't Malcolm my ex's ain't with me
Run through the field I'm better than Kittle
Talk to my dog he playing with Kibble
Balling but can't even shoot it or dribble
Damn that sound like riddle
Roll up a rainbow I'm smoking the Skittles
She want to fuck me she cumming like money
Start a lil later but work on a Sunday
Carrots still on me attracting a bunny
Keep calling and knocking she act like a junkie
Boy to man bags of the Funyuns
Wouldn't believe how we living in Sumter
Country as hell if nothing
Start up I'm pressing a button
Let's go