paroles de chanson george bush did 9/11 - Eryxse

We love you Eryxse

I'm inside my bag again
Got to stay focused
Some People 'gon snake
And you won't even notice
They switching for bitches
This shit is so bogus
I'm inside a focus
I hop out and spray
Ima move to the bay
Buy a house on the coast
Bitch I got enough gualla
To buy me a boat
Had to make a new style
Cuz they copy my flow
They 'gon copy my cadence
They at a new low
And I'm only Sixteen
Ian done me a show
But my homies be popping
They pop like a coke

Fuck yo dead granny
That bitch had a stroke
That hoe dead as bitch
She 'ain gonna come back
While you sit at her grave
We 'gon hop out and pop
Got the chop in the back
Mac with the mag
And The mag be extended
They come to my business
My hollows Like crack
Cuz the opas addicted
The witness the bitch
Ima lace 'em with stitches
I feel like I'm Mabu
I stay with a beam
Leave 'em jumping like drake
Put a blade to his teeth
Ima slit that boy throat
Now he glued to the floor
Got a chop Forty-five
Ima kick that boy door
Yo auntie my slut
Ima hit and go ghost
Rock with some demons
She swallow the semen
The perc got me geeking
My glockie be Fiending
I'm sipping on wokky
The drank got me leaning
I'm mixing my slushy
Like you get the meaning
A Formal ass killer
Like I'm in a meeting
I'm digging a grave
So his momma start grieving
Wait

How you 'gon act like
You know me you don't
I got a thottie that
Pour up my four's
Feel like a terrorist
I blow up the show
Throw that boy off a
Terrace if he do the most
Like shit lil bitch
Why you wan fuck on me
Have all my kids
Is it money or clout
Kick a hoe out my house
Why you saying get cheese
If yo ass not a mouse
You a rat you a snitch
Cough

Yo ass got me sick
I'm allergic to thotties
My block is too hottie
I'm sipping on toddy
The house Calamari
I feel like I'm Bari
These women two face
Jump like a Hardy
I'm making a pace
Said it's Fuck a Tay-K
But I'm doing the race
Yo ass look like Barney
Yo ass is a clown

Damn, this song seem long is fuck
Just bring the hook back in

I'm inside my bag again
Got to stay focused
Some People 'gon snake
And you won't even notice
They switching for bitches
This shit is so bogus
I'm inside a focus
I hop out and spray
Ima move to the bay
Buy a house on the coast
Bitch I got enough gualla
To buy me a boat
Had to make a new style
Cuz they copy my flow
They 'gon copy my cadence
They at a new low
And I'm only Sixteen
Ian done me a show
But my homies be popping
They pop like a coke