paroles de chanson Mini Me (feat. BJay Trim) - Dev2fwagoo

Keep dat blicky on my hip boy dat my mini me
He went tried to diss me then went ghost
Who said it was sweet
Message to my opp I'm on the way
Yeen hear nun from me
He think we ain't on it
Boy don't play get you any week
By any means
Get em whacked smacked hit up
Chop got thirty get the lu boy lit up
Boy tried to claim gang
But he know that he ain't wit us
He ain't bang hang ride round wit us
Spinnin the block catch a stain ridin wit us
I guess we scared they said they out to get us
Put the body in the truck ridin round inna pickup
Boy he tried to spin I got my stick up
Gimme all of them racks know this a stick up
Boy don't play if you do get hit up
You might get hit up
I know they sent some shots
But yea they missed us
When I shoot I hit my target I can't miss nun
They got twin up in the walls
Yea I hope that he alright
I'm in traffic ridin round the city
I be clutchin on my pipe
Poured a 4 inside my soda sip codene
Might take my life
She broke my heart won't break her heart
But I want to
It won't make it right
We sent them shots at all them niggas
Had to leave get out of site
Had to shit on all them niggas
Bend yo top then yea I might
Know these niggas tryna get me
Gotta like right through my rear
I be shining out my neck
Got diamonds dancing chandelier
Rockin fear god but ain't got no typa fear
I'm my own man I aint listenin to my peers
All these people want some
When they talkin I can't hear
Been gon up off that drank and I can't see
My vision ain't clear
Lu bra got my drop he sent me dat bit
But he ain't do nun
Bro tried to spin my block we took his blick
How you lose yo gun?
I ain't een tryin nomo
When we spun he wasn't there he was lyin fasho
He said weon be steppin he lyin fasho
Don't be doin that stuff he just rhyme fasho
Brodie said he got a new stick buss it
Ridin round 706 clutching
He stay on ig live fussin
Don't involve me in yo beef it's nothin
They said dev he don't lack
How you know dat
If the opps pull up start bussin fasho dat
Remember when you was my fan
That's a throwback
Drop a new hit get to bobbin like Kodak
Hit the block it's a SRT
If he want some smoke creep TLC
She get down and dirty I know she a freak
Bullets hit in they mouth now he can't even speak
He ain't put a hit on me so I can't even tweak
Imma take yo life the second that you reach
I ain't worryin bout you
So don't think about me
Yo big homie on my side
So why you keep goin and goin and goin
That lu hoe she fine want me
Im knowin im knowin im knowin
All them disses
Man they just be boring boring boring
Twin told me to slide
Grab the fye start blowing blowing blowing
I'm on the way to the top man it can't een stop
Pull up on his block betta watch yo top
ProblemChild¥ bout ready to drop
Keep dat blicky on my hip boy dat my mini me
He went tried to diss me then went ghost
Who said it was sweet
Message to my opp I'm on the way
Yeen hear nun from me
He think we ain't on it
Boy don't play get you any week
By any means
Boy yeen onnat nomo
I'll get away cuz I'm ridin inna stolo
Imma catch you boy while you ridin round solo
Only gon be me I can do dis dolo