paroles de chanson Ciagatoes - Jay Makeinit

Yeah my brother that's my shooter that's fsho
We used to dream about it we was sleeping on the floor
Now we walk around Balenciaga toes
We really fucking made it switching lanes in the Rolls
Yeah my brother that's my shooter that's fsho
They doubting us now we taking all
All these littles bitties on our jawns
I'm counting up I'm losing track of funds

Them demons is talking to me
They tryna show mw things that I don't wanna see
They tryna make me sacrifice what I got in front of me
They told me if I sell my soul then I will be free
Yeah they talking to me
Telling me things that I don't wanna see
But they send it to me tryna get through to me
Hit the nest make a track then I repeat
Remember when they used to laugh at me
Drop the top in Miami
Show you how much I love the Heat
This a D Wade no number three
No number three
This a D Wade man I'm finna make yo ass retire on god

Yeah my brother that's my shooter that's fsho
We used to dream about it we was sleeping on the floor
Now we walk around Balenciaga toes
We really fucking made it switching lanes in the Rolls
Yeah my brother that's my shooter that's fsho
They doubting us now we taking all
All these littles bitties on our jawns
I'm counting up I'm losing track of funds

Bring out the money in stacks we bouta count this shit up
Give me some frontos and bring me a lighter
We blowing on multiple zippers
Shit was slow
Teachers always saying my grades low
Now they looking me up on the computer
If you fucking with me then you is my shoota
The views was going up I ain't have to test my Ruger
Got all my faith in this fuck the teachers and the school
I almost dropped out five Fs I ain't have shit to do
Buying my momma crib
Making sure my brother get them sales
Yeah they look at how we live
Made a promise to my dad that I'm gon prevail
I don't ever take no loss
Cause you only succeed when you learn from failure
And you ain't no real boss
If you ain't getting scared money two weeks later

Yeah my brother that's my shooter that's fsho
We used to dream about it we was sleeping on the floor
Now we walk around Balenciaga toes
We really fucking made it switching lanes in the Rolls
Yeah my brother that's my shooter that's fsho
They doubting us now we taking all
All these littles bitties on our jawns
I'm counting up I'm losing track of funds