paroles de chanson Jordan Fade - Cousin Stizz

Rollin up that fade away
Rollin up that fade away
Rollin up that fade away
Keep it low you losing me
My plug tryna innovate
Ship that shit all types of ways
This weed taste like lemonade
I spilled ashes on my Js
I don′t need no court for play
I be off that jordan fade
Backwoods guts all on the tray
Break it down and roll a trey
First I got more dope to weigh
I was high for all them days, all them days
That's how I avoid the shade
Focus on what′s on my plate
Ballin in my Jordan 8s
Took a shot and fade away
Blunted [??] I ate today
Weed [?] fallin' on my [?]
That's ok
I don′t give a fuck about ′em
I deal with those types of problems
All my dawgs get money mane
Rain, snow, or sunny mane
Count on us to make a way
Count on us to make a wave for 'em
Everything I made [?]
Bad bitches call ′em norm
I'm recording
She let me hit it once, then best believe I probably hit it again
If I tried it once and like it best believe I probably did it again
Don′t doubt the man that's a mistake
Don′t doubt the boy that's a mistake
I'm nodding off blowing this grape
Check my stats, my team playing great
The town I′m from made me this way
Valentino [?????]
I cut that bitch off and she like division
I′m the Fresh Prince she done went Robin Givens
Don't tell my bitch she might give you the business
I′m Harry Potter chase the gold like quidditch
Here's a slaughterhouse with no Budden in it
Where the money at I go out and get it
I won′t switch [?] I'm a roll one and [?] it
[?] be writing, describing these pictures
My man got indicted he robbin′ these niggas
We the type to pivot, go out 'n get it
You the type to snatch a purse in a minute
The lavish life inside a curse and a [?]
I'm out the mud despite the worst we was given
Dreams some things that really hurt I ain′t livin′
But I keep working towards a [?] and a vision
Best advice I ever heard was don't listen
I smoke the piff before my nerves get to twitchin′
My fingers itchin 'til the paper get in it
I talk to CEOs you know I mean business
I fucked like 3 yo′ hoes you know I'm the nigga
Cause I knew I was on before it was written
She let me hit it once, then best believe I probably hit it again
If I tried it once and like it best believe I probably did it again
Don′t doubt the man that's a mistake
Don't doubt the boy that′s a mistake
I′m nodding off blowing this grape
Check my stats, my team playing great
The town I'm from made me this way