paroles de chanson This Shi Personal Pt 2 - Daymonn

Teach ya mans how to scrabble
Get that trigger nexts time nigga
Ehh, Gang way
I'm in this shit where, I can't leave
I've been holdin' the game down, where they can't breath nigga
Gang

Fuck the opp' bitches I know they hate me
Ian' gone never believe the terms, that "it's my time to go"
Cus' bitch you ain't gon' take me(Yeah)
If you believe in God, boy you better believe in Satan
I got to much on my mind, I take these drugs, still can't erase it(Uh)
I can not be movin' sloppy, I ain't bulletproof(Na)
Fuck them niggas, for switchin' sides, we ain't never callin' truce
I be beatin' on this mic, feel like Michael Jackson(Ouu)
I be smokin so much dope, finna get on "How high 2"
We got hella flames, more then a fire place
We smoke out the chimney(Yeah)
I got hella labels, that wanna sign me, they seen that dog in me
She told me that"My fragrant smellin' good"
That's "Versace" on me
Them niggas hella broke, so fuck the smoke, so I can just give em' money

I don't need a "10 or 9 you can give me a 8"(Cmon)
Ima' build her up, and make her 11 ima' get her right
Yeah she lil' bougie, and she ghetto, but we do not fight
I got this micro ARP. You pop my bubble, you can get pop on sight(bow bow bow)
(Yeah)
I'm spending, Two thousand a night up on this "BNB"
Dummy bad broads, wanna slide they from "Overseas"
Bad bitches only, nails done, let me see your feet(Yeah)
She got Rollie on, with them beads, that's around her cheeks
It's only one of me, and three of yall, so what you see in me?
I don't wanna get set up, I'm movin smooth, cus' that is not me
Errybody be lackin' at some point, and then you gotta bleed(so I said)

Fuck the opp' bitches I know they hate me(yeah)
Ian' gone never believe the terms, that "it's my time to go"
Cus' bitch you ain't gon' take me(cmon)
If you believe in God, boy you better believe in Satan
I got to much on my mind, I take these drugs, still can't erase it
I can not be movin' sloppy, I ain't bulletproof(huh)
Fuck them niggas, for switchin' sides, we ain't never callin' truce
I be beatin' on this mic, feel like Michael Jackson(Ouu)
I be smokin so much dope, finna get on "How high 2"
We got hella flames, more then a fire place
We smoke out the chimney(bow)
I got hella labels, that wanna sign me, they seen that dog in me
She told me that"My fragrant smellin' good"
That's "Versace" on me
Them niggas hella broke, so fuck the smoke, so I can just give em' money(yeah)