paroles de chanson 4wurd - Jay Bel

We pushing forward on God
I turned a leaf and closed another chapter no doubt
I show up real you'll watch them other actors go by
I smoke one just to roll another after no lie
I smoke one just to roll another after no lie
I face one just to roll another after

Too many times I faced Ls, that shouldv'e been dubs
I'm driving straight, foot on the clutch
Durag and skully dawg I'm Brooklyn as fuck
Me and my nigga Spvced cooking it up,
The hotter shit that I drop the more I'm getting good looking
It's nuts, she licking my nuts
Sinister ways thoughts of sticking them up
Fingers get waved yea I'm sticking em up
A 5.0 of sticky get stuffed, a fronto strip big as a Dutch
That's how I'm giving it up, I'm ja rule living it up
Don't get it fucked up Them triggers still buss
Learned to walk the fine line between them crips and the bloods
Kicking up dust, you niggas stick to the mud
I got my lips on a blunt, fixing my shits to say I give me no fucks
Kissing my bitch adjust the grip on her butt
Flip me my bic and take a hit of the drugs
It's muscle memory at this point
I guess it's safe to say I smoked this joint
I'm lifted as fuck, of course I rap a nigga gifted as fuck
Peep gamed from young, every weekday yes he blaze a ton
When the beat play he heatwave for fun
It's money nigga, yea

We pushing forward on god
I turned a leaf and closed another chapter no doubt
I show up real you'll watch them other actors go by
I smoke one just to roll another after no lie
I smoke one just to roll another after no lie
I face one just to roll another after no lie
I smoke one just to roll anther after no lie

I face one while I bust another one down
You stuck underground
Chasing the high dawg I'm up in the clouds
Ain't like me then how you fuck with me now
You loving the sound
Make your shorty straight un-botton her gown
Till my shorty pull up staticky and hit her with a punch in the mouth
They tussle it out, you know who gon' win
My bitch a rider, clean the blood up off her gown, we fuck unannounced that's love,
Hit the spot double it down that's us
Gun in the crowd, she clutch
If you try front on the style you nuts
On a roll butter me down, the fuck
Niggas thought they'd clutter me out, it's tough
Only shined a light on my style, I'm up
Had to wipe the crust out my eyes, roll up
And get that money nigga