paroles de chanson 600 - Dmoney Ent.

600 Bands
Need a Richard Millie
But I still got the time, oh yeah
They said I fell off
I ain't pressed
She told me give her dick
And I told her don't get obsessed oh yeah
Go check ya homie yeah he dead
The same niggas talking
Just always gon end up stretched oh yeah
I'm a starter but played the bench
They told me never quit
Cuz I know that I'm up next oh yeah
Mhm cut you off on to the next
Same niggas talking
Wanna be all MVM oh yeah
But fuck it though onto the next
Got a couple bands
But I need some more for the fam yeah
Hop in the Benz we swerving
Look at the girls we curving
Credit card reports
Balling so hard they looking like ah of course
The plug he got the source
Just lost another person to overdose
Your day one gave you up like nothing
We call him the narc the worst yeah
They wanna know how I'm living
They wanna know where I'm chilling
Pistol packing in the buildings
Candles got you in your feelings
FN do the drilling
Judge tired seeing killings
There's a war in my city
Lot of beef in my hood
We exposing you niggas
Ain't exposing you bitches yeah
I'ma tell you what it is
I'ma tell you what it was
Bad kids just growing up
Always hating with the thugs
But fuck it
You live and learn
Stay patient and wait your turn
Runner back a give and go
I got the juice I got the flow
Uh

600 Bands
Need a Richard Millie
But I still got the time, oh yeah
They said I fell off
I ain't pressed
She told me give her dick
And I told her don't get obsessed oh yeah
Go check ya homie yeah he dead
The same niggas talking
Just always gon end up stretched oh yeah
I'm a starter but played the bench
They told me never quit
Cuz I know that I'm up next oh yeah

(600 Bands)
(600 Bands)
(600 Bands)

(Now do your dance aye)
(Do ya dance aye)
(Now do you dance girl)
(I need like 600 bands)
(He d-i-e im up in Nyc yeah)