paroles de chanson Don't Want It - Danny Wolf , HoodRich Pablo Juan

Danny, I see you
Aye Dilip
Ride with the stick, gotta keep that
F&N [?], no kickback
I'm rollin' out a free cookie batch
I'm workin' the pot, I started with scratch
Bitch, I'm a dealer like blackjack
My niggas' gon' pull up and spend that
Ten chains on my neck, it's a ice attack
And I'm still in the hood, I ain't gotta go back
I'm through with a brick like I don't even want it
I ride with the choppa, a hundred round drum
Fuck that lil' bitch, nigga, I don't even want it
Shoot him in the head if I see my opponent
He broke, he tryna keep up with the Jones
All this designer and I don't even want it
Trap still open up, early in the mornin'
Hundred round drum, I don't think he want it
Flew to the psychic,
Keep the chopsticks like hibachi, played the fool like a racket
Ice on my neck, ten chains got me cocky,
Chain hit the floor, try to act like they rob me
30 racks still in my pocket, I'm shoppin'
Zone six nigga through the prison, the [?]
Snitchin' ass niggas they send out the eyes
Whip this shit up, I'ma aim at the goggles
Hoodrich nigga, more money, more problems
These niggas dyin', the game so [?]
Make that bitch suck it til' she gotta swallow it
They think a [?], you niggas on top of it
I'm havin' money, a lot of it, fuck did that mean she a lottery pick
I broke it and then put ice on my wrist
Kareem with the shot then might lean on a brick
[?] ridin' with the jubilee
Quickdraw with the strap, nigga, you and me
Put my shoe in the pot like I'm quick with my feet
Got the F&N, 30 clip and this Patek
Niggas be cappin' they don't want no beef
Money well spent, [?] me
My Cartier frames, they're [?]
Pull up with the brick, I'll be there shortly
Ride with the stick, gotta keep that
F&N [?], no kickback
I'm rollin' out a free cookie batch
I'm workin' the pot, I started with scratch
Bitch, I'm a dealer like blackjack
My niggas' gon' pull up and [?] that
Ten chains on my neck, it's a ice attack
And I'm still in the hood, I ain't gotta go back
I'm through with a brick like I don't even want it
I ride with the choppa, a hundred round drum
Fuck that lil' bitch, nigga, I don't even want it
Shoot him in the head if I see my opponent
He broke, he tryna keep up with the Jones
All this designer and I don't even want it
Trap still open up, early in the mornin'
Hundred round drum, I don't think he want it