paroles de chanson 8LBS - Justin Rarri
Ay,
yeah
Bitch
I'm
aright
now
You
know
I'm
callin'
all
the
shots,
yeah
I
know
what
I'm
fuckin'
talkin'
bout
Yeah
nigga
hop
out
with
a
new
jag
Put
40
bands
in
the
bookbag
I'ma
fuck
that
lil
bitch
and
finesse
her
I
took
30
right
off
of
the
dresser
20
bands
on
my
neck
I
ain't
lose
that
We
don't
fuck
with
you
nigga
then
move
back
Pocket
rocket
young
nigga
gon'
shoot
that
Full
loaded
clip
in
the
bookbag
I'm
ain't
wavin'
no
motherfuckin'
doo-rag
30
will
push
your
whole
dude
back
Who
the
fuck
in
the
place?
Nigga
who
that?
I
just
beat
that
lil
pussy,
that
loose
cat
He
a
blood
that
nigga
a
boo
bat
Motherfucker
you
pussy
like
who
cap?
I'm
conceited,
these
niggas
they
knew
that
I
don't
fuck
with
nobody
so
move
back
I
just
fucked
a
lil
bitch
in
the
A
Went
to
the
plug,
stole
a
Draco
Drillin'
up
in
your
place
if
I
say
so
I
don't
play
with
my
money,
no
Play-Doh
Put
the
ice
on
my
neck,
I'm
anemic
Nigga
hop
out
the
40,
I'm
beamin'
See
the
blood
in
his
face
and
he
leaking
Just
like
Kodak,
I
be
the
lil'
demon
8 lbs
bitch
I
made
off
a
lick
Need
to
chill
cause
I'm
boutta
get
rich
Big
sound,
they
like
how
you
did
this?
Niggas
trippin'
they
fold
like
a
bitch
Piss
down
nigga
all
on
my
wrist
I
just
fuck
her,
I
don't
got
to
kiss
Bling
blah
nigga
you
see
the
rainbow
Punch
a
nigga
with
all
diamond
fists
All
the
diamonds
VVS's
I
just
fuck
with
new
hoes,
not
my
exes
yeah
20
bands
I
might
go
buy
her
a
new
necklace
Bitch
don't
call
my
broda
wildin'
yeah
he
reckless
All
my
diamonds
Cuban,
linked
up
I
got
bitches
trying
to
link
up
Now
lil'
shorty
trying
to
call
up
Think
a
nigga
stupid,
aww
look
I
just
finna
thrasher
I
be
killin'
it
Nigga
I'm
the
Don
Don
diddley
Niggas
talking
crazy,
they
ain't
killin
me
Had
to
drop
the
shorty
I
ain't
feelin'
it
I'ma
whip
up
the
foreign
a
new
bag
Nigga
cookin'
I
call
it
the
Stu
Crack
I
just
fucked
your
lil'
bitch,
you
ain't
knew
that
If
I'm
doley,
I
might
bring
the
two
back
I
do
not
know
where
your
boo
at
She
was
toppin'
my
bro,
I
ain't
notice
Bitch
I
come
off
the
dome
I
ain't
wrote
this
Bitchin
I'm
shining,
I
don't
need
no
Rolex
I
just
fucked
a
lil
bitch
in
the
A
Went
to
the
plug,
stole
a
Draco
Drillin'
up
in
your
place
if
I
say
so
I
don't
play
with
my
money,
no
Play-Doh
Put
the
ice
on
my
neck,
I'm
anemic
Nigga
hop
out
the
40,
I'm
beamin'
See
the
blood
in
his
face
and
he
leaking
Just
like
Kodak,
I
be
the
lil'
demon
8 lbs
bitch
I
made
off
a
lick
Need
to
chill
cause
I'm
boutta
get
rich
Big
sound,
they
like
how
you
did
this?
Niggas
trippin'
they
fold
like
a
bitch
Piss
down
nigga
all
on
my
wrist
I
just
fuck
her,
I
don't
got
to
kiss
Bling
blah
nigga
you
see
the
rainbow
Punch
a
nigga
with
all
diamond
fists
Bitch
I
remember
for
them
nights
we
done
hit
up
A
cold
lick,
made
a
crazy
December
Daddy
really
never
gave
me
no
none
So
when
I
make
it
it'll
all
be
for
my
momma
Nigga
thought
that
we
was
best
firends
But
I
peep
that
you
changin
it,
was
for
the
better
Don't
compare
me
to
a
motherfucking
P
Blow
the
choppa,
blow
it
right
on
his
feet
I
done
made
like
50
bands
in
a
week
Plug
callin'
nigga
took
all
the
Ps
Ops
callin'
trying
to
find
where
I
sleep
On
the
block
wild'n
nigga
fuck
with
a
G
Bitch
I
promise
I
done
shed
many
tears
Fuck
they
talking,
trying
to
end
my
career
Mouth
shining
call
it
a
new
chandelier
Big
Rarri,
I
done
signed
up
a
deal,
uh
All
the
diamonds
VVS's
I
just
fuck
with
hoes,
not
my
exes
yeah
20
bands
I
might
go
buy
her
a
new
necklace
Bitch
don't
call
my
broda
wildin'
yeah
he
reckless
(Bitch
he
reckless,
hey,
don't
fuckin'
censor
me)
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