paroles de chanson 304 (Intro) - CraZ BraZ

Jiggle fuck, I like to press my luck
Getting face like I'm Zuck
You don't got a dumpy, pickup truck
Timmy Turner, you fuck tummy tuck
Play C notes, no piano
Fly a falcon like I'm fucking Lando
Hollywood like I'm Howie Mandel
She got white sands all up in her sandals
Come correct, fuck with no vandals
Building up a cult, fuck with no randoms
I'm gonna hold your bitch, this isn't no ransom
She buying me dinner, tell me I'm handsome
Dressing all black, not for fashion
Play with my gun, bitch, while I'm rapping
I'd be nothing if it wasn't for passion
Lay it all out, tell them to cash in
She's violet, it's incredible way I'm dashing
Hold my genitals, catch a taxi
I'm a general, you on fentanyl
Looking all bent and all, bitch

Veteran, I feel like a veteran
Inside my head, unsettling
Still got to rake that cheddar in
I'm all decked out, I'm a letterman
Escaping the basement, erasing all tracings
Cocaine got me racing, codeine got me pacing
Say anyone do this, projecting
I'm hitting inside of her rectum
Billy the Kid got nothing on him
This wild west flex, key is keeping a FN
Got my prospects but I don't see to the end
Fuck a Las Vegas, the City of Sin
Pressing full court, but I'm not one to judge
Lose your whole life because of one little grudge
Say "Don't tread", I will trudge
All my life I never gave a fuck