paroles de chanson Chris Paul - JMARLEY

Look I'm a north side nigga why I talk like this
Too much money in my pocket why I walk like this
They ain't use to having nothing break em off right quick
I was quiet for a second let me talk my shit
What the hell they talking bout I'm trying to shoot straight
I'm feeling like a birthday boy I need some new cake
I got a freak that's in my grill she like a hundred dollar bill
She suck my dick and got the motherfuckin blue face
I'm a step inside the party with a Steele piece
Drop it low and pop that pussy for a real G
She wanna give a lap dance so she can feel me
You wanna fuck me in the club then you a real freak
Let me see if we can make it with this rap shit
Tell a freak to treat my dick like it was chap stick
Niggas faking like they killers never clapped shit
Man it's only the new Era with this Cap shit
What the hell they talking bout I want a bunch of paper
Nigga we be in the winter spending summer paper
I heard they faking in yo section and a bunch of haters
Thirty get to Hittin slam a nigga like the Undertaker
What the fuck they talking bout I'm trying to get Cash
Laughing at the funny bitches call em Sinbad
You think you bossed up baby cause you in a new Mercedes
But you begging and you riding on some temp tags

I'm a step inside the party with a Steele piece
Drop it low and pop that pussy for a
Real G
You wanna give a lap dance so you can feel me
You wanna fuck me in the club then you a real freak
Man they know lil Marley doper than some Fentanyl
I ain't vibeing off of niggas I'm a Big Dog
They gone love me or Gone hate me if the shit fall
I'm a hit and past a freak like I'm Chris Paul

How the hell you think you winning with a failed plan
Niggas running hittin fences when them shells spraying
Living like Poetic Justice when I'm thumbing through the paper
I ain't pac but shit I'm lucky I'm the mail man
Drop it low and pop that pussy on a head stand
It's hella hot she got me sweating where a head band
I be flexing for no reason dirty even though you breathing
Since you playing with the money you a dead man
Shit they know you getting money when you cash spend
I ain't tripping off that nigga he a has been
Man these niggas in the middle and I'm like my cousin Diddle
When he use to hide the Dodi in the trash can
Niggas out here playing games I'm in the trap with it
Shit I was gone a couple years but now I'm back with it
I had a bitch I thought was real but then
I told her move around
Because she started playing games and now she act different
Baby trying to shoot a shot but ain't got no aim
I'm in the streets and plus I rap so I'm in both lanes
Man you ain't trying to get a dime and I got money on my mind
And I can put you on a line but it ain't cocaine
I be jamming with a freak she like to go live
She ride my dick and get on top and look in both Eyes
Baby girl be so demanding but this hoe be out here slamming
She don't panic and she riding with a four-five

I'm a step inside the party with a Steele piece
Drop it low and pop that pussy for a
Real G
You wanna give a lap dance so you can feel me
You wanna fuck me in the club then you a real freak
Man they know lil Marley doper than some Fentanyl
I ain't vibeing off of niggas I'm a Big Dog
They gone love me or Gone hate me if the shit fall
I'm a hit and past a freak like I'm Chris Paul