paroles de chanson MORE GUNS - Esquire

Stack bread to the ceiling, in the PH of fly buildings
Niggas tried to spill my blood I had to kill them
I'm still the illest, still the realest, never use filler
I just shoot from long range like Reg Miller
Girl I'm tryna get your thigh gap filled in
Daydreaming about the view above the glass ceiling
Hanging out with sinners and listen to Madvillain
And God forgive the ones making livings of cap peelings
Ya'll niggas need to read more books and less tweets
You hoes need to eat more greens and less grease
We all gotta cop More Guns and less pleas
Pray for the fool that wan come test me
Because all of my sons heavy as tonnes
We be the renaissance, break you niggas up like division
Throw your body parts in a minivan
Then hit your hun, from the AM to Post Meridiem