paroles de chanson Snapchat - KARMA xx feat. Psycho

Seeing triple from my double
We don't fumble

She outchea doggin' niggas like this shawty know the drill
I just hit the ceiling now she tryna pop a pill
Whylin and I'm speeding, got my cup behind wheel
I hope she for real
I know how you feel
My stylin' be popping for real
I'm hotter than summer for real
These haters keep copying for real
She call me papi for real
You just wanna be on snapchat
Blowing up these stories, yeah, yeah
Sending DM's where your man at?
You just love me for my snapchat

Snapchat that shit
Blow a hunid racks real quick
Cause all my niggas wanna drink
All my niggas wanna lean
You fucking with the A-team
Plus we doing shit you ain't seen
Poppin' sum, pop a couple
Pour up a drink and make sure it's double
Seeing triple from my double
But too composed we don't fumble
Anybody wanna pull up
Better make sure you don't tumble
Everybody on my snapchat
Always see the shit, ask where we at
Summertime got me leanin'
Summertime got me feelin'

She outchea doggin' niggas like this shawty know the drill
I just hit the ceiling now she tryna pop a pill
Whylin and I'm speeding, got my cup behind wheel
I hope she for real
I know how you feel
My stylin' be popping for real
I'm hotter than summer for real
These haters keep copying for real
She call me papi for real
You just wanna be on snapchat
Blowing up these stories, yeah, yeah
Sending DM's where your man at?
You just love me for my snapchat

They call me papi chulo
I'm riding round in a two door
Disappearing like I'm Pluto
Your bitches be loving the crew though
Tell 'em come fuck with a God
Tell 'em don't fuck with the mob
Psycho Sims, what's your problem?
Summertime got me boppin'
Summertime got me leaning
Summertime got me fiending
That bitch bad, she a demon
Tell her nothing 'bout the feelings
(fokol)
Sliding dm's where your man at
She go through a maze like a lab rat
I don't even give her shopping bags
Shit is all net like a summer jam
But real niggas gon' feel it
Real bitches gon' feel it
All we want is that fetti
Fetti on fetti on fetti
Fede my niggas we ready
Papi chulo I be gold grinning
Can't knock the hustle we steady
Share my story and I told niggas

She outchea doggin' niggas like this shawty know the drill
I just hit the ceiling now she tryna pop a pill
Whylin and I'm speeding, got my cup behind wheel
I hope she for real
I know how you feel
My stylin' be popping for real
I'm hotter than summer for real
These haters keep copying for real
She call me papi for real
You just wanna be on snapchat
Blowing up these stories, yeah, yeah
Sending DM's where your man at?
You just love me for my snapchat

You just love me for my snapchat
You just love me for my snapchat
You just love me for my snapchat
You just love me for my snapchat
Style just be popping, for real
She call me papi, for real
I'm hotter than summer, for real