paroles de chanson 07 Big Papi - Conrad Jon

Had to cut the fake folk off
When I take roll call
You can't be so-called real
This is not a soap op
Lucky if I show up
I serving cold cuts here
Money over bitches, ain't you listening to Hendrix
I ain't never tripping bout no bitch
Get it how you live it, I ain't worried bout nothing
Tell shorty ride with, get rich
Hate to swallow pride with the money on her mind
Then she gotta go and swallow my kids
See ya lil clique dude really ain't shit to me
Thought I tell ya that I really don't care

I just wanna get some bands with all my friends
Show love to my city and give back to the kids
I got the juice don't ever forget
I could pour you up a glass
I could pour you up a glass

Slide on me
Ride on me
Mind numbing
Line crossing
Fine sharpened
With an ass like that leave a mark on me
Good dick make a bitch go and act better
Where the cash at? Only question that matter
No cheese, no beef, better add cheddar
No bread no butter
Conrad be the cold-heart stunner
Came up straight out that gutter
Never changed that subject
Cause a motherfucker really did study so hard
I deserve this shit
Put so many hours in I earned this shit
Acing every test cause I learned this shit
Imma walk up in the building imma burn this bitch down
Cock back, click bow
Kill em with a big smile
Kid been shining but it coming for the wrist now
And she all up on the tip now
Getting caps tipped down
Had to skip town
Feeling like a young Jeter make her change positions
With them bangs you're viscous
So wet so drippy and it tastes delicious
Make it a meal please

I just wanna get some bands with all my friends
Show love to my city and give back to the kids
I got the juice don't ever forget
I could pour you up a glass
I could pour you up a glass