paroles de chanson immigrant - Fimiguerrero

I break numbers, bitches backs, and my bank account and snitches' ligaments
Vixens asking how I get figures in
I got dividends, bread illegitimate (Bitch)
But taxman thinking I'm innocent
So the white man want my imprisonment
Gotta stay vigilant
I ain't no idiot
In the end, I'm a wealthy immigrant
Full speed like we're trying to get rid of them
Me and them man ain't no equivalent
Bro got spinners and
Sugar and cinnamon
Come fuck with the African militant
Old meth and my bros still killing it
Opps been feeling it
Bad ting giving it, uh
Cash flow look too hideous
The money give me the white man privilege

I know for a fact this worker won't follow me around if I pull out thеm racks
My niggas don't window shop, we pull down the window and push it back (Blatt)
No action but way more chat, thеse fuck niggas ain't on jack
They say the louder, the more they're brass
I see, I see that you're stack is flat (I see it)
She want to gun for gang and me
She's on her knees, that's blasphemy
I swear, God please don't be hard on me (Please)
The Glock been singing in harmonies
In different keys
This bitch getting hit on beat
Don't trust no one except myself, cause nothing in life is free

I break numbers, bitches backs, and my bank account and snitches' ligaments
Vixens asking how I get figures in
I got dividends, bread illegitimate (Bitch)
But taxman thinking I'm innocent
So the white man want my imprisonment
Gotta stay vigilant
I ain't no idiot
In the end, I'm a wealthy immigrant
Full speed like we're trying to get rid of them
Me and them man ain't no equivalent
Bro got spinners and
Sugar and cinnamon
Come fuck with the African militant
Old meth and my bros still killing it
Opps been feeling it
Bad ting giving it, uh
Cash flow look too hideous
The money give me the white man privilege