paroles de chanson
I'm
fucking
with
boss
niggas,
that
keep
a
gun
in
they
pants
Never
complaining
‘bout
being
broke,
'cause
they
just
running
they
bands
You
full
of
flaw
niggas,
the
runners
they
hold
out
they
hands
And
got
no
money
in
the
bank,
but
always
on
Instagram,
flexing
bands
Keep,
running,
and
running,
and
running,
and
running
your
mouth
Keep
on
thinking
that
your
nigga
faithful,
I'ma
cum
in
his
mouth
Keep,
running,
and
running,
and
running,
and
running
your
mouth
Keep
on
thinking
that
your
nigga
faithful,
I'ma
cum
in
his
mouth
All
these
niggas
they
be
hoes
cocaine,
city
girls
could've
been
got
‘em
Everyday
they
in
my
inbox,
I'm
a
real
bitch,
I
don't
screenshot
‘em
Chanel
on
me
when
I
roll
up,
boss
bitches
still,
we
don't
roll
up
Pussy
good,
every,
he
like
hold
up
He
ain't
trying
nothing,
he
like
hold
up
I'm
fucking
with
real
niggas,
that
making
them
boss
moves
I
kick
that
lil'
bitch
in
her
mouth,
now
I
got
bloody
shoes
You
a
lil'
thot
bitch,
you
fucking
the
whole
crew
My
pussy
got
a
new
car
smell,
this
shit
brand
new
This
pussy
ain't
yours,
don't
claim
me
Every
nigga
I
fuck,
they
nameless
If
he
tryna
expose,
he
brainless
My
niggas
don't
play,
they
aiming
I
love
me
a
lowkey
dude,
send
him
pics
he
don't
need
the
nudes
Real
niggas
gon'
pay
they
dues,
if
you
a
broke
dude,
I'ma
cut
you
loose
I'm
fucking
with
boss
niggas,
that
keep
a
gun
in
they
pants
Never
complaining
‘bout
being
broke,
'cause
they
just
running
they
bands
You
full
of
flaw
niggas,
the
runners
they
hold
out
they
hands
And
got
no
money
in
the
bank,
but
always
on
Instagram,
flexing
bands
Keep,
running,
and
running,
and
running,
and
running
your
mouth
Keep
on
thinking
that
your
nigga
faithful,
I'ma
cum
in
his
mouth
Keep,
running,
and
running,
and
running,
and
running
your
mouth
Keep
on
thinking
that
your
nigga
faithful,
I'ma
cum
in
his
mouth
I'm
a
city
girl,
you
a
pissy
girl
You
a
lazy
bitch,
I'ma
busy
girl
Every
other
night
I
be
doing
shows
While
your
nigga
cheating
on
you,
fucking
hoes
Couple
thousand
for
my
fucking
clothes,
another
sister
in
my
fucking
roll
I'm
the
same
bitch,
no
matter
who
around
Diamonds
dancing,
I'ma
do
the
brown
Thanks,
you
better
go
get
her
I
bet
you
my
pussy
get
wetter
Retweeting
late,
I'm
like
shut
up
Every
night
he
be
fucking
my
gut
up
And
if
that
nigga
ever
cut
up,
I'ma
put
this
pussy
on
his
brother
And
if
that
nigga
ever
cut
up,
I'ma
put
this
pussy
on
his
brother
You
know
that
nigga
ain't
faithful,
you
see
his
ass
when
you
able
I
curved
that
nigga,
be
grateful
I
cut
him
off,
like
your
cable
I'ma
bad
bitch,
you
can't
see
me
Bitch
you
stuck
home,
I'm
on
TV
In
a
Maybach,
yeah
free
me
But
I
don't
need
a
nigga
to
come
save
me
I'm
fucking
with
boss
niggas,
that
keep
a
gun
in
they
pants
Never
complaining
‘bout
being
broke,
'cause
they
just
running
they
bands
You
full
of
flaw
niggas,
the
runners
they
hold
out
they
hands
And
got
no
money
in
the
bank,
but
always
on
Instagram,
flexing
bands
Keep,
running,
and
running,
and
running,
and
running
your
mouth
Keep
on
thinking
that
your
nigga
faithful,
I'ma
cum
in
his
mouth
Keep,
running,
and
running,
and
running,
and
running
your
mouth
Keep
on
thinking
that
your
nigga
faithful,
I'ma
cum
in
his
mouth
1 Period (We Live)
2 Tighten Up
3 I'll Take Your Man
4 Sweet Tooth
5 One of Them Nights
6 Not Ya Main
7 Where the Bag At
8 Millionaire Dick
9 Careless
10 Runnin
11 Rap Shit
12 No Time (Broke N**ga)
13 How To Pimp a N**ga
14 Movie
15 F**k On U
16 Clear the Air
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