paroles de chanson Burn Woods Not Bridges - Jay Gremlin

I was in the tracky
Bo's in the backseat
Hoes in the backseat
We look like a taxi
Picking up all of this shit that they slacking
(Flexus) mmm, ski!

You wanna nag me? Already designer bagged you
Addy, focused she just popped a capsule
Dior fashion, Grem in the captions
The way they hunnids rolling out, they think we just dropped a album
Took my bitch to Alchemi, seen underground water fountains
We grew up with no allowance

Know a nigga choppa clean shit up, mop it, Damn
That bitch don't need Downy
My life up, 'member I was down
Big bro he got booked, I been reading books
Fuck Instagram, niggas tried to hide they lil' secrets shit, hit the fan
I just did a show, just hit a fan damn
Frog splash in a Bent, Rod Van Damn!

Hit a freak bitch in back of Tez Trans-Am
It's a motherfucking pandemic
Dog pull his mask down
If it's motherfucking bands in it, know LON around, shit know LON in town
LON ride with the windows down
It's five percent, crazy looking back, wasn't charged up, we was on 5 percent

Iverson, three deep in a Jeep, it's some money that I would send to some Irish men
I would sin, then I pray to God
Hopefully I repent, bitch I ain't rich
So I'm not content, heh
If it ain't Amiri or Legend stitch
It'll make me itch, heh
Bro been getting weary off some act
He fuck with Trish now, plot twist

I know a bitch who think she something
But that hoe ain't bout shit, damn
Pull up in bug-eye Bent
They tried to swat shit
I feel like Pluto, was in the swats
With a lil thot bitch, damn, knots in my denim
Gucci flops with true religion socks in 'em
Legend on me and my bros and all of my hoes

And when it's my time on my children
She a Buddhist, true to her religion but she with me and I'm sinning
Life's Gucci, doubles G's, I got a glock and I'm grim
She can grop, she can grip, I got got, do you get it?
I want guap, I want Milli's M'ys plenty yeah
Bro got a new drum, it hold a hunnid
Let off half, he 50 Cent
Them bitches hit many men
Earrings in that candy shop
Hang upside down in the club, bitch I'm lit

I was in the tracky
Bo's in the backseat
Hoes in the backseat
We look like a taxi
Picking up all of this shit that they slacking
(Flexus) mmm ski!

You wanna nag me, already designer bagged you
Addy, focused she just popped a capsule
Dior fashion, Grem in the captions
The way they hunnids rolling out
They think we just dropped a album
Took my bitch to Alchemi, seen underground water fountains
We grew up with no allowance