paroles de chanson Suit & Tie! - KA$HDAMI

(Dylvinci got the code)
Fa, Fa, Gang, Fbeee

Why these niggas be talking a lot?
Holon, draw down, hit yo' top
Got a four in my cup, lil' nigga just copped (Plugg)
I got too damn high, forgot what I bought
Ch-Choppa cook him tater tot
Nigga ain't fit in, took him right out the plot
New day, new check, it's 12 on the clock
I hit a jay, I'm getting to fried
I'm steady making hits I don't even try
Business attire, got suit and a tie
I get fried, don't get tired, I still got drive
They said I wouldn't do it, nigga I did it
Bro-Bronem tossed me a lil bag, and I flip it
Boy you riding in a cab, I ride black truck
You either not with the swag, or you with it
These niggas don't ever wan' talk about no money I'm getting a bunch
I'm fucking these bad bitches by the bunch
Freak hoe, eat up the dick for lunch
This gas that I smoke it smell like skunk
When I leave got the black truck posted out front
Niggas acting extra extra, we'll put you on the news
I get hoes, by the bunch, don't gotta choose
Thought he knew my game, he ain't have a clue
R-Red flag on me, but no I'm not Ru'
H-Head tap homie, get hit with that tool
B-Bad bitch wet, Dasani, pool
I remember them days getting kicked out the school
Now I'm too up I could buy the whole school
Freak hoe, shaking ass, mule
Flew her out she off the tabs too, (Yuh, Yuh)
Why these niggas be talking a lot?
Holon, draw down, hit yo' top
Got a four in my cup, lil' nigga just copped (Plugg)
I got too damn high, forgot what I bought
Ch-Choppa cook him tater tot
Nigga ain't fit in, took him right out the plot
New day, new check, it's 12 on the clock
I hit a jay, I'm getting to fried
I'm steady making hits I don't even try
Business attire, got suit and a tie
I get fried, don't get tired, I Still got drive
They said I wouldn't do it, nigga I did it
Bro-Bronem tossed me a lil bag, and I flip it
Boy you riding in a cab, I ride black truck
You either not with the swag, or you with it
(On god) (On god) (On god) Fa Fa, Gang Gang Gang Grrta ba ba!
(Plugg)