paroles de chanson 4C - Christ The Giant

Shawty on my dick she tryna fuck no she cant get enough
Smokin out the zip I gotta roll no you cant get a puff
Only fuckin eat wit who I sit no you cant get a lunch
Split a hunnid bands up wit the clique no you cant get a buck

Wit my shoota in FL we do it well
Make ya shawty pussy swell

Less you got a check no I ain talkin ya cant fuck wit me
Talk down on the set dem boys be lurkin put you on a tee
Shawty shakin ass up in my face she lookin lovely
Fire in my stomach feelin good im feelin bubbly
Shawty on my dick she tryna fuck no she cant get enough
Smokin out the zip I gotta roll no you cant get a puff
Only fuckin eat wit who I sit no you cant get a lunch
Split a hunnid bands up wit the clique no you cant get a buck

Shawty finna eat me like some brunch she finna come and munch
She be off the shits she like it rough when she come kick she punt
Crazy gas be burnin in da blunt im smokin platinum punch
Feelin presidential off the pack im off Obama runtz
Hoe i get a bag and count it up when its my time I crunch
Too gone off the drugs but everything I still remember
One of one be my apparel got grease gang up on my sweater
Went from nicks to grams to dubs now we get ounces of the pressure

Went from nicks to grams to dubs now we get ounces of the pressure

Less you got a check no I ain talkin ya cant fuck wit me
Talk down on the set dem boys be lurkin put you on a tee
Shawty shakin ass up in my face she lookin lovely
Fire in my stomach feelin good im feelin bubbly
Shawty on my dick she tryna fuck no she cant get enough
Smokin out the zip I gotta roll no you cant get a puff
Only fuckin eat wit who I sit no you cant get a lunch
Split a hunnid bands up wit the clique no you cant get a buck

Ay bitch its shoutout to FL shoutput swisher drum n xiro
Bitch its shoutout to my cousins know I love em till im zero
Dat chopped cheese up on a hero overseas jus like a euro
She gon slurp me up like miso paint her face jus like a mural
Bitch im goin turbo I speedin in a jag
Bitch we geeked up in the vrbo got yo couches stained wit ash
She gon chew me like a churro, hit her duro, big like sumo
He a bitch boy he a puto, tell em kudos, paint a mural

Less you got a check no I ain talkin ya cant fuck wit me
Talk down on the set dem boys be lurkin put you on a tee
Shawty shakin ass up in my face she lookin lovely
Fire in my stomach feelin good im feelin bubbly
Shawty on my dick she tryna fuck no she cant get enough
Smokin out the zip I gotta roll no you cant get a puff
Only fuckin eat wit who I sit no you cant get a lunch
Split a hunnid bands up wit the clique no you cant get a buck