paroles de chanson The Fbi Has a Crush On Me - Eryxse

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the wor-

Ion' hear no talking cause I be up on my "dummy shit"
Glockie' fully auto, spray a hundred, that's a hundred clip
Blues with rubber bands on my lap, and my racks be dummy thick
Brodie try talk up onside the net, he on some funny shit
Hit from the back and I make it clap, I'm on my loving shit

My Glock "Robitussin", it put you to sleep
Feel like combustion, I blow up the beat
Feel I'm Russian, Ima blow up the scene
Ese lil' mama, like fuck do you need
Fuck do you want I'm counting my green
My hand on my "Retta", my hand do her betta'
I'm fucking yo' main and I'm getting her wetta'
Like keep it together, I'm cold like the weather
He talking his shit but, he soft like a feather
I open the snap, get her read like a letter
Man Fuck this, Fuck you, Ion give a fuck dude
If you tryna' fight I hit yo' block up with a one-two
Feel like a lighter I'm getting so lit
Turn her around then I give her the dick
Feel like I'm "Batman" I save her then dip
Ruga' my hip got a beam Ona stick
Fully attached he get hit like a lick
Ian gon' talk but I'll do it again
Forty-five hollows that stay Ina "FN"

Ion' hear no talking cause I be up on my "dummy shit"
Glockie' fully auto, spray a hundred, that's a hundred clip
Blues with rubber bands on my lap, and my racks be dummy thick
Brodie try talk up onside the net, he on some funny shit
Hit from the back and I make it clap, I'm on my loving shit

Asian lil' Bitch Ima call her "Malaysian"
I stay with Hatian, they always hating
I'm smoking Jamaican, I'm smoking the gas
Brodie want to talk he put Ina pack
Puff Puff, Pass
Hand on her ass, Ima hit do the dash
Roll up a blunt leave you smoking the ash
Sucking the tip like her last name was "Kaash"
I am menace, like my name "Dennis"
I pass em' a brick, like I'm playing in tennis
I shoot like a "Laker", I'm playing a scrimmage
I'm playing her heart, cause she fucking my image
Hit wit' a rubber I leave undercover
I hit it in mission I stay undercover
I hit it diminish I'm still undercover
Damn, Damn, like Damn,
I hit again, what you doing? who yo' mans
More then likely he a fan, if he not we can fan
I beat a bitch like "Kan"
Sipping on "dro" out the Kan

Ion' hear no talking cause I be up on my "dummy shit"
Glockie' fully auto, spray a hundred, that's a hundred clip
Blues with rubber bands on my lap, and my racks be dummy thick
Brodie try talk up onside the net, he on some funny shit
Hit from the back and I make it clap, I'm on my loving shit