paroles de chanson 321 - JAAE

You niggas is silly, y'all bitches do kill me, y'all really be hatin', I'm tickled as fuck
Rollin' up rillas, hot damn, I'm a killa, no Bill, I'ma kill him, yo dad in the trunk
Look at my niggas, yeah, all of them tucked
Flippin' up fingers, but nah, we ain't fuck
Bitch, we stack millions on billions on trillions, and yeah, I'm chameleon, adaptive as fuck
Which these niggas want it, blick cock back, these bitches on it
Bars are super, yeah, they sonic
Did the dash, we ain't that sonic
When I drop, these fakes be frolick
You's a trip like alcoholic
On the trip, we alcoholics
Never stop, we workaholic
Look, better than who?
Steppin' to who?
Bitch you is scared, giving Winnie The Pooh
Pussy be lyin', your cat is the proof
Flow is so sticky, I'm giving the glue
Shit is so sick, but I don't got the flu
Might be real late, like a hour or two
Shut the fuck up, we ain't talkin' to you
Bitch, I am grown stay yo ass in the school
My nigga, I done it, you can't ever do it
I do it, it's done, and I get the fuck to it
So come over here, I'ma show you that who is
You stick to that praying, my shit is real Buddhist
My niggas withdraw like you niggas cartoonists
We don't wear the same
You bought from them boosters
We rove in the range
And we always strap two, and go mem in the brain
I'ma always outdo it
Bitch!

Hey, wait
I got a little bit more
I just had to talk my shit
Look

Look, ayo
Aye, wait, wait, hold on
You niggas, I gotta hold on
You can't afford it
Bitch, you broke
Hoeing, but the coin gone
I hear that cap, yeah, go on
I'm Daddy, your name is Gohan
Ain't talkin' batting eyes
We robbing ain't got no robe on
Stack the bread, ain't talking Cheez-its
Popping, but ain't no squeezing
I am so unheard of
I'm foreign like a Norwegian
Man, y'all still is boosting
Chicken heads out here roosting
My shit go C-O-C-K
It's blasting it leave you snoozing

I'm the right one
And you niggas are slow
Are you type dumb?
Got em' pressed like the screen on they right thumb
You ain't ready
You see, you ain't ripe, plum

Uh, ah, uh
You be flapping yo beak
Work for Tyson
Bitch, I'm squashing yo bean
You'll be type done
Yes, I always can see
You can't hide none
Ha, ha, uh
Better pray for your health
Call the white nun
You depleted ya wealth
Ain't the type one
Niggas ask for the time ain't it like one?
Ah, ah, look
Better pray for your health
Call the white nun
You depleted ya wealth
Ain't the type one
Niggas ask for the time ain't it like one?
Grah!

Said that's just how we do
Bitch it's J-A-A nigga
We good
We good
Woo!
Wait, hold up
My, my cell phone breaking up
Hold Up
Brah!