paroles de chanson May132021 - Jon Riggs

yea
Its about 2:53 on a Thursday
Yea left over raps

I want it all like that everything bagel uh
Hanging with Jose not my dad Cuervo
With my Migos like I'm Quavo
When they shooting better stay low
Was a angel now you got a halo
Flavor Baby
I was Biggie in another life
Coogie sweater sell another line
Flow smooth need a butter knife
Fuck it up cut it up you runner up
I ain't even running I'm at the end of line
You mad that you did other stuff

Everything come Easy
Come on baby try to please me
You gotta stretch if you wanna reach me

If you believe in having sex say hell yea
That's two live crew shake your ass say hell yea
We keep going till the cops arrest us
Don't smoke all the weed I left ya
I'm gon be disappointed I'll never be mad
Better be gas
That you getting in return
Get the joint i'm tryna burn
You gotta crack a fucking book
Yea time to fucking learn
Yea it's each to his own
I got my beats on my phone
I'm gon be yo ringtone
Till I get too many fans
Then I say leave me alone
Yea I put on fucking shows
You can see me over there
And I look I'm possessed
I come back I resurrect
And I go back like das fx
And you know the fucking rest
I've been reading I've been looking on ways to find the better you
Friends looking at me told me my nose got molly residue
Got the medical
I've been running in the centerfold
Fuck you and everything you thought of bitch

If you believe in having sex say hell yea
Imma send ya all the checks I get ya
Two live crew that's 305 get only cheese like keto diet
I better see a fucking riot
You don't move I don't buy it
If it don't move your feet then I don't eat
We like neck to neck
I need the fucking check to pay my rent
I grab a step stool
I know the best tool
Is my foot in your fucking face
And I don't give a fuck what the place is

uh

Everything come Easy
Yea try to please me
You gotta stretch if you wanna reach me