paroles de chanson Boosie Fade - Father

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Queen of the damned
Shawty swoop, like Aaliyah
Got them yams, got that ass
Come grind it, como syteea*
Only love me for that pack
I ran out, got that new re-up
Niggas slizzy off that yak
Got that boosie fade, my feet up
(Got my feet up!)

They hoped I'd die, overdosed on that liter
One less lonely nigga, like I'm Bieber
I ain't Bieber, bitch
Ain't have to get my clout from being a bitch
These niggas bitch may
Got their clout from eating a dick

Got niggas mad like, hold me back
My roof go back like coul de sac
My coupe and dashboard do that dab
Right through the dashboard, call me dad

Stop, stop, stop, stop
Leave us, mama's sick
Niggas cow, cow, cow, cow
Niggas full of shit, yeah

Queen of the damned
Shawty swoop, like Aaliyah
Got them yams, got that ass
Come grind it, como syteea*
Only love me for that pack
I ran out, got that new re-up
Niggas slizzy off that yak
Got that boosie fade, my feet up

I just tea-bagged this dumb bitch and put my nuts all on her chest
And I got drip all over her meat like shawty got a yeast infection
Niggas like,
"Put that weight down", but I just started fuckin' flexing
This bitch shows up on my nigga,
But she know that I'm the best one, yeah
Keep this shit like Lil Kim, bitches call me, "Flawless Fit"
Feel like Gucci Mane, Le Flare the way a nigga hold these bricks, yeah
Knew that she said, "Easy, boy", I'm Halsey with that stick, okay
Sick off of two forties, Morty, call me Nigga Rick, okay okay

Queen of the damned
Shawty swoop, like Aaliyah
Got them yams, got that ass
Come grind it, como syteea*
Only love me for that pack
I ran out, got that new re-up
Niggas slizzy off that yak
Got that boosie fade, my feet up

Yeah, kick my feet up
Talk that shit, boy, you might get beat up, yeah
Awful, awful, awful
Got your bitch on all fours
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay