paroles de chanson Itchin' for a Lick - Jazz Cartier

We're dead, we're dead, we're dead

Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say, "You fell off", this, that get back, nigga
I ain't come, for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that
Riding 'round the city, it's a motherfuckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money, just so she can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for a lick, itchin', itchin' for a lick

Yeah
Lookin' at my bills, where my motherfuckin' money at?
Deep inside the Hills, from a place where it ain't sunny at
Whoa, mess around
You might get your tummy tapped
Hundreds in the ground with baking soda, that's a mummy wrap

I do what I want
I pull up to the Mondrian, I been smokin' on a blunt
I don't even smoke on blunts
You not a boss, you got laid off
Cuzzi got Cartier shades on
Cuban link on me like Raekwon
And heroes can die with their cape on

And my thoughts paralyzed, this a paranoid mind, whoa
Hell up in a cell, I've been one with mankind
I've been steppin' on mines, takin' what's mine
This time I'ma run it up, set the bar, fuck it up, whoa

Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say, "You fell off", this, that get back, nigga
I ain't come, for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, nigga
Riding 'round the city, it's a motherfuckin' witch hunt
Baby want some money, just so she can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for a lick, itchin', itchin' for a lick

Ayy
Cash man, give me all the money in the register
Backhand, knockin' out competitors, I'm Federer
Black man, no more dirty money, call my creditor
No Batman, nowadays I'm movin' like the Riddler

Lie to the pussy, the truth gon' hurt
I was riding 'round the city, in a two-tone 'vert
Heartbreak gon' hurt
Don't get hooked on percs
Niggas missin' for the struggle, wanna click for the perks

And my last bitch, used to strip
Ass fat, super thick
Couldn't stay with her, plus she never went to school
And shit I stunt (I stunt), I flex (I flex), I don't get checked
I place (I place), my bet (my bet)
And win, what's next?
JLF

Everything you niggas on, I ain't with that, nigga
Heard 'em say, "You fell off", this, that get back, nigga
I ain't come, for the talk, I don't chit-chat, nigga
You think you a boss, we gon' fix that, nigga, whoa
She wanna spend the night, where your bitch at nigga?
Heard you huggin' on a pipe, gotta quit that nigga
Don't be playin' with your life, push that shit back, nigga
If I gotta, tell 'em twice, they gon' miss that

Riding 'round the city, it's a motherfuckin' with hunt
Baby want some money, just so she can get her lips done
Louis or Chanel, bought 'em both, couldn't pick one
I'm itchin' for a lick, itchin', itchin' for a lick