paroles de chanson Odell - Creamo

Glock on me and its extended
Just like my bitch in some Remy (Weave)
My bitch gone shoot like she Remy (Ma)
Popping dat shit
Hit yo ass with the glizzy

I'm in the field
Richard Mille on my wrist like Odell
I run it up you a snail
Yeah Im from Atlanta
Where young niggas be raising hell
Might take you off like cartels
The bitch you with fine
But she might end up
Leaving with me
She might be leaving with cream
I walk in the spot and
I'm smelling like cookies and creed
I smell like the finest weed
Glock on me and its extended
Just like my bitch in some remy
My bitch gone shoot like she remy
Popping dat shit
Hit yo ass with the glizzy
I Started with 28 grams
I got a AP
Niggas aint fuckin wit me
I walk in da spot and
I'm smelling like cookies and creed
I smell like the finest weed

Yeah We tote poles
But not like da ones out of magic
We the ones causing da havoc
My bitch is a dancer all natural
I'm through with da plastic
She always actin dramatic
She always wana go shopping but
I want to count
That backend in large amounts
We pull up them letters gone spark Supercharged Kam
Got da K in da charger
No we ain't actin and
This ain't no caption
Been wit da madness but
Addicted to fashion
We playin for keeps
Boy I be wit some takers
Smoking exotic
Come pick you a flavor
Ball like Odell went 110
On da Raiders like
Madden I ball and
You niggas on waivers
I'm bangin da 6
On my jersey like Baker
Get paid like da players
Evicted my neighbors
Super bowl rings
On my fingers like Thanos
That dick make your bitch sing
She hitting sopranos
I pass her she friendly
So I'm finna Rondo
Hit her at da spot
She can't come to da condo
Lil baby she in her bag
She been in her birkin
No 9-5 put the work in
She ain't no basic
She pull up n servin
That ass soms else
When she walk
Boy it look like she twerkin

I'm in the field
Richard Mille on my wrist like Odell
I run it up you a snail
Yeah Im from Atlanta
Where young niggas be raising hell
Might take you off like cartels
The bitch you with fine
But she might end up
Leaving with me
She might be leaving with cream
I walk in the spot and
I'm smelling like cookies and creed
I smell like the finest weed
Glock on me and its extended
Just like my bitch in some remy
My bitch gone shoot like she remy
Popping dat shit
Hit yo ass with the glizzy
I Started with 28 grams
I got a AP
Niggas aint fuckin wit me
I walk in da spot and
I'm smelling like cookies and creed
I smell like the finest weed

You don't know me
Like T.I. in '03
We get shit sparking
So nigga Whats beef
I'm bangin da 6 like I turned to Greg street
If I say that its up
Then my niggas gone feast
I took a step back
And shot like I'm Harden
They dropping salt like
A pest tryna guard me
I'm finna blow
They gone charge me for arson
Now she wanna lay
Kick her out like I'm Martin
Call up a lender
My car got delivered
Call my chauffeur
Keep his head swivel
I keep me a shooter but
He never Dribble
He won't show his face but
Gone blow like a whistle
I got your bitch in the spot
She put my dreads in some knots
Make dat bitch work in the kitchen
She playin with pots
She cooking up dope takin shots
My locs in some braids like A.I.
I took a hit now
I'm up in the sky
That Drake (draco) made him sing
I believe I can fly
Put your face on a shirt
If you tryna get fried little bitch
I got the game in twist like Kurt Angle
Ball like im Kobe i play the Triangle
Everyday taking new risks
This the life that i chose
You niggas be actin like hoes

I'm in the field
Richard Mille on my wrist like Odell
I run it up you a snail
Yeah Im from Atlanta
Where young niggas be raising hell
Might take you off like cartels
The bitch you with fine
But she might end up
Leaving with me
She might be leaving with cream
I walk in the spot and
I'm smelling like cookies and creed
I smell like the finest weed
Glock on me and its extended
Just like my bitch in some remy
My bitch gone shoot like she remy
Popping dat shit
Hit yo ass with the glizzy
I Started with 28 grams
I got a AP
Niggas aint fuckin wit me
I walk in da spot and
I'm smelling like cookies and creed
I smell like the finest weed
Yes sir thumbing through them
Just like them players
Having them racks just like the athletes
You know what I mean
And we ain't miss a never step due to the quarantine
Still getting this paper shit