paroles de chanson Glory - DWN

I don't know why but I love this shit
The ones that change on you be the ones u really fucking wit
I should pop out on his block I should bust some shit
Can call me bout some money just don't call me on no sucker shit
Boy don't call me bout no other shit
Brody threw the dog it was too hot he need a oven mitt
Nigga I was taught to stand on 10 I can't run from shit
I don't talk to pigs mouth sealed like a fucking brick
I ain't talking back
Bet not let that nigga in yo business he a fucking rat
Since A youngin Always Wanted Me some fucking racks
Every time they put it in my hands I was bussing that
Aye DaMenace nigga run it back
Remember we was clutching just for woods and a fucking snack
Nigga kept on spinning back thought he was upping that
But I know if he upped it on my nigga than I'm upping back

Hell yea Nigga I'll do the same
I love my brothers I'll never treat em like a lame
A nigga touch something then I'll bust a nigga brain
Throw the 5 up yea you know that be the gang
Y'all niggas y'all be hoes y'all ain't got no pape (broke ass)
I'll pull up with a Glock or bust em with A Drake (fap)
Young nigga got them hoes they all in my face (bitch)
But I don't even give a fuck if it ain't bout the pay (nope)
FN's, Glock, Ruger's yea we tote it (yea we do)
Dem Wild Niggas bitch you know we having motion (yea)
Sipping green had to pour a little potion (Wockiana)
Pussy wet like I'm fucking in the ocean
Bitch we smoking on a wood you smoking on a breeze (flat)
I just got a little 40 it's a lemon squeeze (fap fap)
I'll hit em in his head make his body queeze (hoe)
Y'all niggas ain't got it y'all ain't got no cheese