paroles de chanson
Yeah,
came
through
steppin'
with
the
queso
drippin'
Since
back
then,
shit,
I
ain't
no
different
No
sunshine,
I'm
finna
paint
no
bitchin'
Nigga,
I'm
back
here
to
stay,
so
listen
Raise
your
fist
if
you're
down
with
the
Hop
I
ain't
gon'
miss,
bitch
I'm
wild
with
the
shot
Now
a
halo
sits
as
a
crown
on
your
top
Don't
make
no
sense
how
I'm
stylin',
I'm
hot
Don't
ask
me
when
the
fuck
I'm
droppin'
that
new
Never
know
when
I'ma
hop
in
that
booth
Still
I'm
coppin'
that
loot
But
lyrically
aimin'
choppers
at
you
Ain't
no
tellin'
who
'bout
to
get
it
when
I
cock
it
back,
boom!
That's
blood
on
the
wall
like
a
Halloween
scene
Who
the
fuck
did
it?
They
know
it
was
probably
me
Yeah,
Papa
need
three
new
thotties,
street
freaks
Gotta
put
on
a
rubber
before
I
hop
in
these
cheeks
These
hoes
tryna
get
a
free
ride
Gotta
be
wise
from
the
west
coast
to
the
east
side
If
she
slide
then
she
might
be
plottin'
On
your
fuckin'
demise
for
having
your
B-A-B-Y
You'll
watch
your
bank
account
swerve
Now
your
pockets
drained
and
malnourished
You
send
texts
with
rage
and
foul
words
Shit
just
ain't
too
safe
around
her
That's
why
I
stay
real
low-key
(low-key)
Melatonin
and
the
strap
make
you
go
to
sleep
It'll
leave
niggas
tap
dancin'
with
both
feet
I
am
not
takin'
my
chance
out
in
no
streets
(run
town)
I
ain't
never
had
me
a
pair
of
no
gold
teeth
I
ain't
tryna
be
a
target
for
a
slow
creep
In
the
parking
lot
of
Target,
screamin',
"No,
please!"
Now
you're
in
a
real
tough
pickle,
Rick,
oh
jeez
Ah,
nigga
these
killers
gon'
do
what
they
supposed
to
do
Now
you
got
no
jump,
I'll
finally
poster
you
Doctors
ain't
able
to
stitch
up
your
open
wounds
Everybody
fakin'
like
they
was
close
with
you
Dyin'
for
nothin',
got
you
on
the
billboard
(yeah)
Well,
I
guess
that
was
something
to
live
for
(whoa)
When
the
Devil
pull
up
with
his
pitchfork
You
better
hope
you
ain't
stuck
in
his
shit
storm
(ooh)
I'm
live
and
a
damn
the
city
sinner
(yeah)
Hoes
know
me
as
H
man
the
titty
licker
(yeah)
I'm
ill,
your
lame
ass
a
pity
nigga
Really
no
need
to
debate
that,
you
kitty
litter
A
penny
pick
up,
a
Henny
sipper
I'll
be
brutally
beatin'
on
my
opponent
until
he
give
up
(yeah)
Bitch
I'ma
fuckin'
gator,
you
merely
your
mini
picture
Niggas,
know
that
you
see
prodigies
golden
It
really
is
us
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