paroles de chanson Da Realist - Jban$2Turnt

Yee
Lets get it lets get it, yee
Lets get it lets get it, yee
Lets get it, lets get it, yee

I ball like a wizard
Got her nose on a stick
It's sounding like Squidward
I could fuck any hoe (On God)
If I want it, I get it

I'm a real lean sipper, real pill popper (Lean)
Percocet, addys, I was geeked on a robber
Hundred band bottles
Double cup team, nigga finna run on dot

Cartier goggles (Cartier)
You can eat this dick, I ain't tryna have no tolerance
Show me a stack (Show it)
He ain't getting no paper, he lyin', call 'em Mufasa

I know he a rat (Rat)
He gon' get in that jail, and tell on me (Snitch)
I'm blind like a bat
It's a three-five of runts
Put you right on yo' ass

You don't want no smoke
Walked down with a Draco
Bitch, I'm right on his ass
Demon of the vet, on a high speed chase (Skrrt skrrt)
'Cause I like going real fast

Chop another brick like ratchet (Ratchet)
Randy Moss, I'ma catch it (Catch it)
I've been swervin' in the rain, help ease the pain (Ooh)
Trap turnt like Messi (Messi)

Got 25 eyes in the section (25)
Hit every single stage with my weapon
She ain't know what a Richard Millie was (Look, bitch)
Baby girl, you done missed your blessing

And I get it in, these hoes and the ratchets (Skrrt)
Lil' kid, a baby, a stepper
Out the boot, now the bitch tryna wrestle (Tryna wrestle)
Gonna need three more to get on my level, bitch chose the devil

I ball like a wizard
Got her nose on a stick
It's sounding like Squidward
I could fuck any hoe (On God)
If I want it, I get it

I'm a real lean sipper, real pill popper (Lean)
Percocets, addys, I was geeked on a robber
Hundred band bottles
Double cup team, nigga finna run on dot (On God)

Cartier goggles (Cartier)
You can eat this dick, I ain't tryna have no tolerance
Show me a stack (Show it)
He ain't getting no paper, he lyin', call 'em Mufasa

I know he a rat (Rat)
He gon' get in that jail, and tell on me (Snitch)
I'm blind like a bat (Ooh)
It's a three-five of runts
Put you right on yo' ass

Chanel No. 9
The glock is a nine (Wait, hold up)
We cookin' it down
We serve you a dime (Wait, hold up)
I'm robbin' 'em blind
Ain't watchin' the signs (Wait, hold on)
He shit through a bag
But he coulda died

Keepin' on a road to riches (Let's get it)
Being real is my religion (On God)
Fifteen on the side of my bitch
I'ma do that bitch like a bunch of dishes

Choppa got a kick back, niggas wanna kick back
Prolly run it 10 flat, I done got a big sack
Chase 'em got a pussy nigga runnin' zig zag (Bitch)
I should write a book, call it 'Teach 'Em How To Get Racks'

I ball like a wizard
Got her nose on a stick
It's sounding like Squidward
I could fuck any hoe (On God)
If I want it, I get it

I'm a real lean sipper, real pill popper (Lean)
Percocets, addys, I was geeked on a robber
Hundred band bottles
Double cup team, nigga finna run on dot (On God)

Cartier goggles (Cartier)
You can eat this dick, I ain't tryna have no tolerance
Show me stack (Show it)
He ain't getting no paper, he lyin', call 'em Mufasa

I know he a rat (Rat)
He gon' get in that jail, and tell on me (Snitch)
I'm blind like a bat
It's a three-five of runts
Put you right on yo' ass