paroles de chanson Skinny Ni**as - Fredo
I
got
young
skinny
niggas,
I
got
them
young
skinny
niggas
beating
fat-
Got
them
young
skinny
niggas,
got
them
young
skinny
niggas
Got
them
young
skinny
niggas
I
got
them
young
skinny
niggas
beating
fat
shotties
I
got
them
young
skinny
niggas
beating
fat
shotties
Black
girls
with
white
money,
white
girls
with
black
bodies
I
was
18
or
19,
had
OG's
in
the
trap
for
me,
spittin'
crack
Is
that
why
bitches
cat
for
me?
He
might
fly,
but
I'm
way
cooler
He
said
he's
at
the
top,
but
I'm
way
taller
She
told
you
that
she
love
you,
you
let
bae
fool
ya?
Come
right
affi
[?]
than
rappers
like
AJooler
I
bought
a
little
.32
just
for
some
fun
on
the
block
Bought
all
that
corn
and
the
cane,
would
never
come
on
the
cob
My
niggas
never
party,
you
know
that
they're
huggin'
the
block
So
if
you
see
them
outside
libertine
they're
coming
to
rock
I
flooded
my
block,
I
went
to
hattonds,
flooded
my
watch
My
coke
cook
soo
good,
you'll
never
see
nothin'
run
out
the
top
Yeah,
he's
talkin'
'bout
the
chat,
but
he's
a
liar
fam
He
said
he's
eating,
but
he
must
be
on
a
diet
clan
How
could
they
question
the
reason
we
ride?
When
on
a
[?]
really
know,
the
reason
to
lie
When
my
mum
seeing
me
think,
she
will
try
speech
me
and
cry
Then
I'll
start
helpin'
with
the
bills,
then
she
turn
legally
blind
I'm
tryna
make
it
heaven,
but
I
come
from
the
hell
I
gotta
big
up
the
all
single
mums
in
the
world
Shout
out
Black's
mum,
'cause
all
her
three
sons
are
in
jail
Well
we
can't
break
free,
It's
like
we're
under
a
spell
I
got
them
young
skinny
niggas
beating
fat
shotties
Black
girls
with
white
money,
white
girls
with
black
bodies
I
was
18
or
19,
had
OG's
in
the
trap
for
me,
spittin'
crack
Is
that
why
bitches
cat
for
me?
He
might
fly,
but
I'm
way
cooler
He
said
he's
at
the
top,
but
I'm
way
taller
She
told
you
that
she
love
you,
you
let
bae
fool
ya?
Come
right
affi
[?]
than
rappers
like
AJooler
My
brother
died,
lookin'
into
sisters
eyes,
was
feelin'
her
pain
A
few
days
later,
Called
her
phone
and
said
that
they're
feelin
the
same
Now
I
don't
think
it's
tit
for
tat,
my
niggas
killin'
the
game
It's
not
a
question,
what
choose
out
of
billion
fame
I
don't
write
songs
in
English,
they're
written
in
pain
Felt
like
I
was
slippin'
away,
rappin'
'bout
them
glittery
chains
When
one
of
my
niggas
hard,
they're
living
the
same
I
gotta
go
hard
to
all
my
dargs,
who
winnin'
the
same
Yeah,
them
bruddas
are
broke,
That's
'cause
they've
been
chillin'
for
time
All
that
weed
smoke,
have
you
ever
thought
'bout
billin'
a
line
I
swap
trainers
every
time
that
I
go
visit
with
Stro
He
got
more
drip
in
his
jail
cell
than
half
you
niggas
on
road
I'm
tryna
make
it
heaven,
but
I
come
from
the
hell
I
gotta
big
up
the
all
single
mums
in
the
world
Shout
out
Black's
mum,
'cause
all
her
three
sons
are
in
jail
Well
we
can't
break
free,
It's
like
we're
under
a
spell
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