paroles de chanson T Shirt - Collin McLoughlin

Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt

Young brother poppin' with a pocket full of cottage
Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it
People pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket

Neck water faucet, mocking birds mocking
Act pint, stocking, nats keep thotting
Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocky
Lotta people copy, ain't nobody here can stop me
Bitches call me papi, yeah that's my hobby
Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'Reilly
One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to cock it
People get to droppin' when that draco get to poppin'
All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli
No check, want all cash, brother I don't do deposits
Bitches cross the border, bitches from the tropics
I'ma get that bag, ain't no doubt about it
I'ma feed my family, ain't no way around it
I ain't never gon' let up, God said, show my talent
Boy with the anna, walkin' with the hammer
Talkin' country grammar, boy straight out north Atlanta

Young brother poppin' with a pocket full of cottage
Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it
People pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket

Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt

Nineteen ninety-five, two thousand five
Seen it with my eyes, dope still alive
Real mob ties, real frog eyes
Real whole pies, all time high
Do it for the culture, they gon' bite like vultures
Way back when I was trappin' out Toyotas
I'ma hit the gas, twelve can't pull me over
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin', drankin' sodas
I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon' clone sir
Stop all that flexin', young boy don't wanna go there
Never been a gopher, always been a soldier
Young boys in the cut, they posted like a vulture
Divin' off the stage in the crowd, it's a mosh pit
Yeah, shawty bad but she broke, she don't own shit
Mama asked me "Son, when the trappin' gon' quit?"
I been ridin' round through the city in my new bitch

Young brother poppin' with a pocket full of cottage
Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it
People pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket

Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt
Mama told me not to sell work
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt