paroles de chanson Searchin' - Flow Jones Jr. , CrownedYung

It's a cold word
Menace
Heartless
Jones (Menace, Flow Jones Menace)
Gimme that
Gimme that, Gimme that, alladat

Go go (Uh!)
Uh! Gimme that neck please (Uh)
Please, don't gimme no chesties (No)
Breathe, I can't bitch I'm chasin
I'm pleased to have niggas hatin'
I'm hard? Understatement (No)
Got bars? Penitentiary (Facts!)
Ain't got no time for no rap beef (No)
I'm grown, you still wearing nappies (Uh)
Got the loud and the mud by the fanny (Blow!)
Popped a perc, I was sad now I'm happy (yeah!)
Met my pharmacist right by the ally (Whooo)
Popo coming so please make it snappy
All of a sudden this bitch wanna love me
I got some chains on this bitch wanna cuff me
Wrist looking like crayons
Oh bitch I'm smoking on gas, Adolf (Hitler, hitler)

Ain't gon' stop till my wrist, my neck looking like Durban (Durban, Durban!)
If you ain't getting no money my nigga, you're a motherfuckin' burden
(Get the fuck outta here)
Yeah, I'm in the streets, yeah bitch I'm serving (Pack it, ship it, flip it)
I'm looking for hope, yeah bitch I'm searchin' (Searchin!)
Searchin, searchin, I'm in the cut like a surgeon
Searchin, searchin, I came in bussin' excursion
Searchin, searchin, yeah my nigga I'm searchin

Only adding no minus
Rap about diamonds
That means I stay shinnin (Yess)
Everything I say going viral
You peep what I do then you go recycle (Yess)
Look at my neck think of Michael (Jackson)
Look at my wrist think of Michael (Phelps)
I check my wallet then I think of Michael (Jordan)
She just give me top think she psycho (Damn!)
Whoaw galore! I seen this shit before (Of course!)
I need the henny and pour
I need a lot not more
I been so piss poor (Piss poor)
I'm here to even the score (Get rich nigga)

Ain't gon' stop till my wrist, my neck looking like Durban (Durban, Durban!)
If you ain't getting no money my nigga, you're a motherfuckin' burden
(Get the fuck outta here)
Yeah, I'm in the streets, yeah bitch I'm serving (pack it, ship it, flip it)
I'm looking for hope, yeah bitch I'm searchin' (Searchin!)
Searchin, searchin, I'm in the cut like a surgeon
Searchin, searchin, I came in bussin' excursion
Searchin, searchin, yeah my nigga I'm searchin

Xan got me walking in cursive
Talking in cursive oh okay okay okay let's go

Could give a damn what they're saying I came over here for the whole goddamn pie (Racks!)
How do I know he's a pussy he said that it's smoke but ain't look in my eyes
Shawty just told me to pick between her and her friend and its hard to decide (Why!)
Oh why can't we just all get along why can't we combine
Okay let's go it her tummy is Indian ass is Samoan
I got my eyes on the target the prize yeah you know that I'm focused
I be locked and loaded
Pour up the lean spill out the Moet ain't only talking weed bitch I'm rolling
Im down to die 'bout my sisters and brodies they read it and weep
I don't cry cause I wrote it
Knigga I do not care' bout what ya'll say I am the king of Far Far Away
Strong kush the King Kong way got her beating her chest like Harambe
The bitch got mileage she's a Shar Pei told her quit with the playing get naughty (Freaky!)
Me and Flow Jones an army I fuck with lil bro the long way (My dawg!)

Searchin, searchin, I'm in the cut like a surgeon
Searchin, searchin, I came in bussin' excursion
Searchin, searchin, yeah my nigga I'm searchin