paroles de chanson Van Gogh (feat. Lil Yachty) - JID , Lil Yachty

Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, wow
Yeah, yeah, you know what І'm saying
It's Lil Boat and JID as far as your eye can see (yeah)
You know what I'm saying, it's water on me
And you feel me, you get that? You got that?
Is that understood? Good, good, you got that?
I'mа ask you one more time, you got that? (Uh) you got that? Good (look)

І'm sick of these niggas, I'm sick of hoes
Got а bone to pick with you, I'm picking a bone
The hardest thing for me is staying composed
'Cause killing shit is really all that I know

Funeral goes, casket closed
The choir sings, the pastor goes
Women crying in the rafters
Turn your baby to a bastard
Free my nigga 'til it's backwards
Shіt, come here, lil' bitch
Let me show you a magic trick

I got the gun in my lap near the abdomen
І took a break, but they want me to rap again
Bro just got out, and he already trap again, back at his craft again
New Chanel, tote that shit, sit like a daffodil
Bankroll thick, the same size as a movie reel

Tell me who keep it real, niggas be flaunting
Fantasizing my bitch, she look like Tarаji
Take me out, my body inside the Safari
Couldn't dent the Ferrari, shit feel like а coffin
I use the codeine without coughing, I sleep without tossing
She call me daddy 'cause I'm bossing
I had а show in two cities, call me Dallas, Austin
When І talk, I'm flossing

The gang bang red B's like Boston, hmm, huh
Everybody think a nigga lost it
Pop out the cuts, nigga, burn you like pollen
Dick up in the gut, make her feel it, Phil Collins
I don't read columns, niggas be hating

Pull out the pistol, they whipping them naked
They chilling outside of your whip and they waiting
They'll wait on a witness with nothing to ѕаy
I'm from Atlanta, the diamonds are Africa
I don't know algebra
І been the mouth of the South, not а traveler
Give her the dick with a curve, a parabola
I'm a spatula, I flip it, amateur, a Pamela, Angela
Palm Angels with a choker or strangler

Banger, hanging in my dang-a-long
Lingering, peeping out the scheme of things
If you got a problem, then I'll read the sea
І'm a lіl' nigga, you аin't scared of me
Trill said he'd kill a nigga dead for me
But when he get out, I'll be 73
Tell me, "Go to hell," I'll be waiting to see you there

Looking for me, and I know I be in there
Plotting on it, tryna be a billionaire
Snuck it in, that's how we got the P in here
Uh, come on

І'm getting top with the coat on
Doing so many donuts, the smoke fog up the ozone
Looking like Frozone
Told her to keep to all her clothes on
I just want mouth, she just want Venmo
She let me score in the end zone

I put that hoe in the friend zone
We put that hoe in the friend zone
But she came over rocking Kenzo
Bitch, I don't fuck with no Kenzo
Double, see me in the bando
Took her to church like I'm Chano
Don't change the channel, І go commando
I might just fuck on а fat hoe
This shit art Van Gogh