paroles de chanson Runnin Thru Plastic - Germ
(One
more
time)
(Don't
even
know
what
the
fuck
goin'
on)
(Runnin'
through
these
bags,
nigga)
(Look
at
these
bags,
nigga)
Runnin'
through
these
bags
I
just
can't
help
it,
I'm
feelin'
myself
Pocket
rocket
on
me,
keep
it
by
my
50
belt
Balenciaga,
what
she
rockin'
Hold
that
Prada,
make
her
melt
Paved
my
own
road
to
be
rich
Get
right,
don't
get
left
I
used
to
fade,
raid,
raid
with
my
niggas
by
that
fountain
Watch
me
count
it
up,
count
it
up
Lil'
bitch
might
move
my
mountain
These
them
things
we
do
Them
Glocks
and
sticks
might
change
the
mood
Diamonds
hit
like
(fah,
fah)
huh
Bitch,
I
really
do
this
Bitch,
I
did
it,
y'all
done
seen
it
Who'd
have
thought
'bout
all
these
women
I
could've
really
used
your
presence,
though
Bitch,
I
been
that
motherfucker
Clutchin'
on
that
motherfucker
Ready
to
blow
this
motherfucker
I
wish
I
would've
listened,
though
I
been
on
this
grind,
I'm
wastin'
days
Like
I
got
time
to
waste
Chanel
rag
'round
my
head
At
least
I'm
drippin'
on
my
dying
day
I
been
bagged
off
Perkies,
couple
bars
Seen
a
couple
stars
Keep
them
fuck
niggas
from
around
my
way
'Cause
I'm
already
scarred
Brand
new
Rollie,
I
think
my
wrist
a
nympho
Bitch
I'm
way
too
cold
like
choppas
That
y'all
niggas
claim
to
blow
I
pulled
up
fresher
than
a
pack
of
rubbers,
fasho
All
these
emotions,
roll
the
blunt
Call
up
yo'
bitch
phone
Runnin'
through
these
bags
I
just
can't
help
it,
I'm
feelin'
myself
Pocket
rocket
on
me,
keep
it
by
my
50
belt
Balenciaga,
what
she
rockin'
Hold
that
Prada,
make
her
melt
Paved
my
own
road
to
be
rich
Get
right,
don't
get
left
I
used
to
fade,
raid,
raid
with
my
niggas
by
that
fountain
Watch
me
count
it
up,
count
it
up
Lil'
bitch
might
move
my
mountain
These
them
things
we
do
Them
Glocks
and
sticks
might
change
the
mood
Diamonds
hit
like
(fah,
fah)
huh
1 6 God Freestyle
2 7 Hunna Horses
3 Ar Pistols
4 Brand New Rollie
5 Cookies
6 Dolo
7 Green Light
8 Runnin Thru Plastic
9 Walked In
10 We Outside
11 Hellcat
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