paroles de chanson Jug Music - Chris Sway

Yeah that youngin gon pop, cuz he lit
That homie Chris be hard as a bitch
No matter the song he always goes in
We proving em wrong with hit after hit

They getting mad cuz they doubted the wave
She wanna fuck cuz she proud of me mane
After I nut tell the hoe go away
Back to the bag I got no time to waste

That youngin gon pop, cuz he lit
That homie Chris be hard as a bitch
No matter the song he always goes in
We proving em wrong with hit after hit

They getting mad cuz they doubted the wave
She wanna fuck cuz she proud of me mane
After I nut tell the hoe go away
Back to the bag I got no time to waste

Man I'm straight to the breesh
I get my bag, gotta go gotta leave
I show no love for a thot or a treesh
Might get her a pillow if she on her knees

Body go crazy, her head game on fleek
She giving me brain, my legs going weak
Don't know her name, I swear its Janine
Right after you cum then you gotta leave

Damn since a youngin was 12
I been thru shit but I made it through hell
I go so hard cuz I wanna prevail
But people around me they want me to fail

People around me they hate on my flow
Say that they love me but truly they don't
I doesn't trip I just get so excited
Cuz when I make millions they'll be at my shows

Once I get fame they'll be all on my back
Telling me "Chris man I knew you could rap"
'Member when u used to trap in the trenches
Selling 'em dimes tryna flip u a pack

'Member when I used to tell all my brothas
That one day I'll blow and put us on the map
They wouldn't listen now look where we at
Came up from nada, I ain't going back

Grew up was thuggin, was robbing my pears
That life that I lived, man that shit brings me tears
Thankfully made it up outta there clear
That patience takes time I been giving it years

Get off yo ass, gotta chase you a bag
When you got nothin, no time to relax
Grab you a zip or a pound of that gas
And make you some money, no time to be mad

Been through the worst, I done seen situations
Brotha got locked, he was whippin round dangerous
Keezo got booked, he got caught with a stainless
And free all my guys doing time with em strangers

Pay my respect I'm the 101 Baby
These streets know my name, got ya hood goin crazy
Back to back plays like I'm Tracy McGrady
I can't see the hate 'cuz the bullshit don't faze me ya dig

Yeah that youngin gon pop, cuz he lit
That homie Chris be hard as a bitch
No matter the song he always goes in
We proving em wrong with hit after hit

They gettin mad cuz they doubted the wave
She wanna fuck cuz she proud of me mane
After I nut tell the hoe go away
Back to the bag I got no time to waste

Yeah that youngin gon pop, cuz he lit
That homie Chris be hard as a bitch
No matter the song he always goes in
We proving em wrong with hit after hit

They gettin mad cuz they doubted the wave
She wanna fuck cuz she proud of me mane
After I nut tell the hoe go away
Back to the bag I got no time to waste