paroles de chanson
Red
lean
look
like
Cliford
Cbass,
bitch
Akachi
on
the
beat,
lil
bitch
(Aye!)
Up
in
the
mornin',
I
roll
me
a
blunt
It's
only
7 AM
and
I'm
thinkin'
'bout
money,
you
thinkin'
'bout
stuff
Sleep
at
your
crib,
boy
you
broke
as
a
buck
I'm
thinkin'
'bout
flyin'
out
I'll
go
to
Miami
just
spyin'
out
You
thinkin'
bout
how
to
get
high
now
I'm
thinkin'
I'll
maybe
retire
now
You
can't
even
purchase
a
10
sack
I
smoke
with
my
plug
in
the
Benz
back
I
post
in
my
lab,
it's
my
hideout
Got
twenty
locations
and
ten
stacks
Look,
I
swear
my
car
got
accessories
Wrist
comin'
out,
lookin'
sexy
Call
out
the
plays
like
a
referee
There
ain't
too
many
that
mess
with
me
Circle
so
small,
I
need
motherfuckin'
less
of
me
Uh,
look,
uh
1 Ramona Flowers
2 Lightning McQueen Freestyle
3 Trap Keys
4 Tables II
5 Half Price
6 Jealousy
7 A Hike Through the Park
8 Lois Lane
9 At the Crib
10 Crash
11 Cut
12 Dimes
13 Goyard Freestyle
14 Curry
15 Heaven
16 No Attachments
17 Bulletproof
18 Projects
19 Bad
20 Danger Freestyle
21 No Pajamas
22 Money Callin'
23 On Time
24 Timex
25 M C M
26 Nets
27 Uberr
28 Gotta Go
29 T-Rex Freestyle
30 Mood
31 Flippin'
32 Jet Talk
33 Zebra
34 Hotel Bags
35 Lit When It's Late
36 Batman With Robins
37 Full Send
38 Oh No
39 Enemies
40 Flash Back
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