paroles de chanson Mac & Cheese - Izaya Tiji

Brr, aye
Course I got the cheque
Course I brang my banger
Your hoe call me "Izzy"
My hoe call me "Zaya"
Scared to talk to you, I don't know what to say, yeah
I keep running up big bands, till my shit sprained
Talkin spicy on this bitch, yeah, just like pepper spray
I can let these lil niggas talk shit cus I'm not entertained, yeah
Call up bri go do your work, I had to tell that girl to wait, yeah
AR beat it boom-bop
I just need the guwap
Might just cop some moonrock
These Giusseppe, watch me moonwalk
It get flipped, yeah, that's a full
Bro you fucking with them tools, bruh
Saved your brother from them shooters
And we slide on bro we know he boo'd up
Oh, you had to ride on bro, yeah, yeah, he had his crocs on
Let them doggies bite on bro, yeah, yeha, then turn the FOX on
AR-47 fry your head just like a hot comb
Broke boy couldn't get no GTC, he tried to box tho
I'm whippin out this mazi
I'm probably sippin [?]
I feel safer with them choppers
Like I'm the trending topic
Fucked this bad hoe, got the top
Then see I made the top lift
They on D, like make the chop rip
I'm like bk like to fry shit
I'm like bk like to fry shit, baby
Whats your favourite color, diamonds?
On vacay, can't tell where I'm is
Aye bro, what the time is?
Yeah he just got like five heads
Got toys walked into simon
Brr, aye
Course I got the cheque
Course I brang my banger
Your hoe call me "Izzy"
My hoe call me "Zaya"
Scared to talk to you, I don't know what to say, yeah
I keep running up big bands, till my shit sprained
Talkin spicy on this bitch, yeah, just like pepper spray
I can let these lil niggas talk shit cus I'm not entertained, yeah
Call up bri go do your work, I had to tell that girl to wait, yeah
Yeah, I got some hittas, they be making cheese
And I been through shit that you cannot believe
Cooking crack up with no mask, might turn you to a fiend
Lost my brother to the percs, they call that shit OD
Buts its homicidal
Stacking up big racks, it's stacking like the Eiffel
Might not meet the Glock, but you might meet the rifle
When I sober up, I start getting suicidal
So I just smoke the dope
And my shorty bad, she a throat goat
Choppas in this bitch, they hittin' the floorboards
Can't tell you what it is, just bring me more loads
Brr, aye
Course I got the cheque
Course I brang my banger
Your hoe call me "Izzy"
My hoe call me "Zaya"
Scared to talk to you, I don't know what to say, yeah
I keep running up big bands, till my shit sprained
Talkin spicy on this bitch, yeah, just like pepper spray
I can let these lil niggas talk shit cus I'm not entertained, yeah