paroles de chanson WTFreestlye - Jay Dublavet

I don't give a fuck about a bitch I never did
Nigga try me up the SIG that's another nigga dead
Acting like a bitch nigga that's just what ya is
I don't if niggas rats I don't know if niggas pigs

Been in love with these guns since a kid
It's one up in the head I put one up in ya head
Pop a nigga lid, put his organs in the fridge
Burn the mufuckin' body like a nigga burn a bridge

Good gas from the west coast
I ain't never been out west though
I don't want the sex just the neck hoe
After that I gotta take a rest hoe

Count the first 10 fast, Rest slow
Anything left in the mag the rest go
Everything in the trap must go
Everything in the trap must go

I just bought a new stick
He just bought a new fit
He gon' die in that shit
I'ma die for my shit
And a nigga came wit me if I die wit this bitch
Put that on my bitch

Put this pistol to your tongue you a lick
I grew up in them buildings made of bricks
Bring my dawg to your lawn take a shit
You been rapping for how long, where the hits?

Where the hits bitch
Gotta hit stick
I just poured a 4 up in a Mistic
I just might throw up my flow sick bitch
Pull up wit a glizzy eat a dick bitch

If the shoe fit bitch make the laces tight
I just bought a new coupe that bitch racist white
Got a full tank of gas I might race tonight
If she got a phat ass I might take a flight

Nigga run up on me bow bow bow
We ain't fighting
I don't trust these bitches
These bitches trifiling

Your bitch see me she like I think I like 'em
Glock 23 we gon' Jordan Mike 'em

Haha bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Lame ass nigga
Fuck ass nigga
Suck a duck ass nigga