paroles de chanson Intro - Kamaiyah

What′s brackin'? Bitch, not a thang
And I got gas for sale, it′s that pure octane
A broke bitch sniffin' cocaine
Uh, the main bitch that'll speak on my name

Since I came in, I been blangin′, it′s still same shit
Just now I got three chains swangin'
Y′all treat me like I'm famous
I don′t say shit, I just keep a pistol with like eight clips

Fuck a A-List, I'm tryna make a playlist
Get a home that′s spacious and never make a payment

And I can give a fuck about my ex
Back then I wasn't shit, and guess what? I still ain't shit, bitch
And I′m still staying dangerous
Maintaining, mackin′ and hangin'
High Street, four-five what I′m bangin'
This didn′t happen over night, that's why I′m gracious

Ooh, I'ma Maxwell kid, nigga
Shopping at Maxfields, nigga, uh
Was in the alleyway with it
Outside doing digits and I clapped at bitch niggas

Yeah, my diamonds big dancing
They throw shade my way but it's cap shit
Everything that say is all past tense
I lived past it, yeah, bitch, be more elaborate

No you ain′t active, uh-uh

You just pop off the lips and that′ll get yo ass smacked quick, uh
I'm relaxin′, uh, big maxin', uh
And I talk my shit ′cause I can back it, uh

That's facts, bitch, understand, bitch
That it, ain′t another bitch that can match it
Hell yeah I'm ecstatic
I made my way from pallets on a floor to a mansion

Bitch, you on always on sad shit
You doing bad bitch? I'm courtside, Warriors-Mavericks
I drop the top when I need more expansion
On a vacation on a island to the Hamptons

And I be chillin′, I be kickin′ shit
Me and my old friends hashin' out our differences
My nigga on some real nigga shit
I still drink champagne with my chicken strips, ooh

I′m a self-made nigga
I did everything that I done campaigned, nigga
Shine so bright that you just can't shade, nigga
I′m Teflon Don that you just can't hate, nigga

Ooh, but I still wish a bitch would, ho
You getting pressed and getting pushed on
I′m at the crib getting good dome
While my main callin' me, I'm like "Fuck, shit, which phone?"
To go against me you′d need a wishbone
But your wish won′t get granted, bitch, shit, no
I ain't the type you could shit on
′Cause if you try that shit, you know which way this shit could go
Ooh