paroles de chanson Tighten Up - Gwuap0400

Bitch ass nigga
Bitch ass nigga
Lil bitch ass nigga
Bitch ass nigga
Bitch ass nigga
Lil bitch ass nigga (huh)
Gutta shit bitch this Gwuap
Fuck ya

Bitch tighten the fuck up
Yo bitch wanna fuck us
Slimey man don't trust us
Fah, Fah, Glock we bust sum
Right now I'm on drugs son
Ion think you want nun
This yo fucking warning
Boot up with yo grown ass

Gwuap a fucking goner
And a fucking loner
I smell that aroma
Where the weed, bitch I'm a stoner
Dicking down this chick I called auntie
Cause I done grown up
Outside thuggin' in this damn white tee
Bitch I'm on throwed stuff
Niggas think they know stuff
Grandma house eating cold cuts
For my boys in heaven cop the pint
And I'ma pour up
Hating get yo hoe fucked
Best to keep that pole tucked
You know niggas tender bout these bitches
They lose focus
Stolen car I'm in it
Windows tinted, a ford focus
I love pretty women
But bad bitches they be bogus
Put my name in mentions
I'm like weed how quick I roll up
Sicker than Ebola
Think you on that cocoa
I got different personalities
I'm crazy like the Joker
Shawty wan me choke her
Bought the bitch a choker
I got shawty in my bed
She give me head an then I poke her
For right now I'm local
Soon I won't be local
Bottle at my shows bra
Thotties ripping clothes up (uh-huh)
Drop that dick now I control her (uh-huh)
Bitch go low, bet I go lower
Oh, oh I
Oh, oh I (huh)

Out my T-O-P off all these drugs
My mind not sober
Tell lil shawty come over
Finna treat her like a folder
Outside it's just getting colder
I tote a sig with no holster
Ain't no codeine in my soda
Won't let 'em catch me slumped over
Choppa strap wrapped round the shoulder
I can't be riding round robbing I'm getting older
'Gon show I'm from the south when my teeth gold up
Yo man's get outta bounds his body blowed up
Knock 'em down, knock 'em down
Then he rolled up
Smoke a pound, smoke a pound
I'm so loaded
Choppas round, pistols round
Bitch you know us
Purple flower, nigga bow
This that Lotus
You wan get down, say you bound
Nigga show us

Bitch tighten the fuck up
Yo bitch wanna fuck us
Slimey man don't trust us
Fah, Fah, Glock we bust sum
Right now I'm on drugs son
Ion think you want nun
This yo fucking warning
Boot up with yo grown ass