paroles de chanson palace - JustViGi , Lyfelxss

Okay, MBRK, flip the M, you get a W
Left her on purpose, I'm tryna do music, lil' bitch
I ain't never ever fumble you
Would you rather get caught up and locked in a cell?
I know you ratting your gang, I can tell
Dumb bitch with dumb money, be stupid and getting channel
Tucked up, I pull out my choppa, I pull out my pencil
Cooking up, how you know that my mic a utensil?
Plastic on me, I can call that hoe Kendall
Yo bitch giving brain like mental
No bitch, you know that this ain't no rental
Ambidextrous with the pan, I handle
I load it and shoot it up
Tommy on me with the mag on my hand, it go drrrr
Kennedy nice with the blade, I'm gonna cut it up
Liverpool, how you know that I'm 7 up?
7 up, look where the fuck you ended up
All them cars you got rented up
The way that she eat on my dick would've thought like a cannibal
Bullets, they fly, like a plane, they gon' land on your body
I'm finna go off of the grid like you know that boy Carti
Top rope on your body like Hardy
White hoes on me, start to feel like Ms. Swift
When they get to dancing, them hoes start boppin', no notti

Top striker like Isagi
Yo shawty be looking at me when I walk in the party
These niggas be playing my name
I'm leaving it red, no I'm not talking 'bout Carti
Niggas be all on the game
This nine was hitting your bro
It's making him fold cause he was talking too bold
This AR come with a scope
It's ending your life, it's sending you down the road
Why was you talking so crazy?
None of you amaze, it's funny you thought you would faze me
Niggas be playing these jokes, they gon' die
Yo shawty always lying, man, that's a crime
I'm about to look at your bitch from behind
She gon' shake that shit, she a ice spice bitch
She gon' dance on the meat for the free
I got your bitch running over, she begging for me
She steady be up on her knees
Sliding over, man, that head was so heaven-sent
Got a Glock, niggas really ain't stopping this, yeah
You wanna slide in the palace, best believe we taking your fame
I gotta pass it back, my choppa do damage like ay
I gotta air that bitch got me feeling like Aang

Okay, MBRK, flip the M, you get a W
Left her on purpose, I'm tryna do music, lil' bitch
I ain't never ever fumble you
Would you rather get caught up and locked in a cell?
I know you ratting your gang, I can tell
Dumb bitch with dumb money, be stupid and getting channel
Tucked up, I pull out my choppa, I pull out my pencil
Cooking up, how you know that my mic a utensil?
Plastic on me, I can call that hoe Kendall
Yo bitch giving brain like mental
No bitch, you know that this ain't no rental
Ambidextrous with the pan, I handle