paroles de chanson Credibility - Jim Jones , Max B

Chyeah We back in this bitch,
Its byrd gang muthafuckah,
What we supposed to stop Bc you niggas is doing bad?
Well If you knew better you do better, fucboy.
You know how we givin it up,
Byrd gang if we have to.
Aint nothing changed.
We coming to get you faggots, You dig?
We still riding on you,
Its still goonies, M.O.B.for life,
Muthafuckin Dipset Ride high muthafucka

Skip the middle man, knock a couple points off.
I pay a hundred grand, Just to get my point across.
I need 5 boroughs, you see We looking for that fishscale.
You talkin bricks and You can keep ya little digi scale.
We copped the bottle)
Cop 5 but he fronted 5,
Drop rides for the summer time.
You feel the heat up in July.
I'm living mine like its no tomorrow.
10 g'z a night and just to blow a bottles, BALLIN.
So you can see where my life headin
And if you want to see where the nights heading.
Follow all the cars, its looking like an afterparty.
After strip joint but its looking like a bachelor party.

Gang on ya bitches,
Let it bang on you snitches,
Turn the thang when they twist it,
And start to come,
(Getting wayyyy--aaaavveee)
Start hittin switches,
You just sing like a vicious
We throw a couple of stacks up and buy the bar,
10 day--eee--yays
Play in the summer.
Got diamonds playing covers.
And we don't give about fuck who ya are,
Nigga you gayyyy-eee-yayyy
Tell me nigga, whats the odds?
When you fuck with Credibility of the squad, Byrdgang.

Now we pushing the black gallotti (red line!)
Guns in the whip, like we doing bank robberies
We fully loaded up.
Im disrespecting the law (Fuck em!)
I'm burning smoke,
Peddle pressed to the floor. (Speeding!)
And we the Crooks that move bricks for our wages,
(Fast money!)
And we the book, Just dont flip thru the pages.
Thru the knowledge, nigga
You see my wrist its outrageous (Ringing!)
And im hopping out a whip you bitch, nigga its the latest (07 shit!)
I took trips out to Vegas (West side!)
And broke even with the poker dealer (about 30 grand)
I burn rubber when I was leaving out the roaster dealer,
I'm flossing hard, so you know the hoes got a feel on us

Gang on ya bitches,
Let it bang on you snitches,
Turn the thang when they twist it,
And start to come,
(Getting wayyyy--aaaavveee)
Start the switches,
You just sing like a vicious
We throw a couple of stacks up and buy the bar,
10 day--eee--yays
Play in the summer.
Got diamonds playing covers.
And we don't give about fuck who ya are,
Nigga you gayyyy-eee-yayyy
Tell me nigga, whats the odds?
When you fuck with Credibility of the squad, Byrdgang.

This is the fast life, there aint no slowing down.
Meet me at the dealer, the roofs going down.
I want that in convertible, paper place like like a cookout
Got.on The Highway and we was racing on the push out (Speeding!)
So while i'm zoomin in my sports car,
Sky 4 ceiling, full moon, and a north star,
Theres no ceiling here, smell the tires from the burning rubber.
Zig zag the same raris but in diff colors (keep up nigga)
And lord know how the Liquor does us (twisted)
They say life's written, and only he can judge us.
I say a prayer, thats why the kid stunt drastically
Four blue stones and a princess cut master piece.

Gang on ya bitches,
Let it bang on you snitches,
Turn the thang when they twist it,
And start to come,
(Getting wayyyy--aaaavveee)
Start the switches,
You just sing like a vicious
We throw a couple of stacks up and buy the bar,
10 day--eee--yays
Play in the summer.
Got diamonds playing covers.
And we don't give about fuck who ya are,
Nigga you gayyyy-eee-yayyy
Tell me nigga, whats the odds?
When you fuck with Credibility of the squad, Byrdgang.