paroles de chanson Snakes on the Plane - Crybaby Cash

Fuck a nigga
He gone watch from the bleachers while a nigga balling
Beefed out with teachers I stayed in the office
Let's go back to the beepers I ain't picking up calls
I know blue checks that's eaters they gone share they jaws
I know family members that's police but it's still fuck the laws
And my new bitch bad trying to dig off in her walls
I wasn't tripping about that one time I caught discharge in her drawls
I think I dogged out all my old hoes I had pissed all of them off

I be trying to find a play to catch she just talking about blogs
And why you don't want speak in public you was just fucking me raw
And why you lied and said you coming I could have went to sleep or beat off
The fans don't care about no rap nigga you niggas just be lost
This shit like sports to them the opps die they think they team lost
Bro know wassam I gave him high five then let them things off
Bitch if you keep talking about your feelings you gone make my thing soft
I know this thick hoe that's cockeyed I think her blink off
They had her OnlyFans on Reddit but they took the link off
Soon as she said you gone hate me I know that the link off
I swerved front of this white lady and I got flicked off
Check the details unsubscribe to the marketing in my email
Hate a fake woke bitch that don't want be called female
If I go to this party I can bet that you won't be there
Exclusive you can't get in, wock put me in feelings
Dogs going to heaven but I just hope they leave they shit here
One thing about a bitch nigga they always around bitches
One thing about a toxic bitch she don't be want listen
Fuck it talk slick to her, I'm gone hand my dick to her
Probably cuddle in the winter
Give a fuck about her birthday I ain't never been a gift giver
I been knowing her for three years and I ain't never take a pic with her

I don't think I'm sane, I don't play no games
I go get a watch I won't bust down I'll keep it plain
I'm flyer than a plane, pounds up on the plane
She do a lot for fame, but don't get entertained
Why would you blow your first twenty bands all on Johnny Dang?
Why would you talk down bad on me then smile all in my face?
If I fly out your thot it's gone be snakes up on the plane
If I slide down your block it's gone be names up on that grave, gang