Kaylo - 50 paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson 50 - Kaylo




Fuck these niggas tell em' come and get me
Fifteen hundred on Balenci's
My bitch begging for a quickie
This lil bitch she wanna lick me
Her head good might buy her rickies
My bruh bruh he pour up Trishy
Fonem crazy totin' fifties
Folks take thirty I take sixty
Bro load the thirty right up in the blicky
I'm off dirty shit got me pissy
If you broke then I'm allergic don't come near
Swerve in a motherfuckin' coupe but this ain't one fifty
With a blick with in my motherfuckin' pants I would make you dance
So please do not tempt me
I pop a perc this shìt got my itchy
Choppa burn em like he Ricky
Bitch say she hurt and she say that she miss me
Fuck a bitch and then I lose got her wanna diss me
I'm off the drank this shit got me tipsy
Rollin' up dank this shit got me lifted
I do drugs like this shit pre-scripted
Folks he the plug yea he got prescriptions
Bitch want my love tell that lil bitch she tripping
Give her the D and she acting different
Folks shoot the G-lock pistons
He'll make you beatbox switch em'
Niggas be c-op snitching
Niggas ain't cut that's why I keep my distance
Raised inna trap I watched my father whip it
And niggas be corn I ain't talking about jiffy
So many hoes in my phone I just mix em up
I got a bad ass bitch and she thick as fuck
Nigga play with the gang man fonem gone hit em up
Smoking on strains we gone lift em up
I'm in New York and it's brick as fuck
I'm with my dawgs they will sick you up
Call ambulance to come pick you up
Trying to stack up these M's I'm tryna be Rich as fuck
Need f's on my rims like up on a Bentley truck
Bitch think I'm her man this bitch got me bent as fuck
HL we the clan we run up them bands we gonna be rich as fuck
Nigga thought that I was playing folks hit up his mans
Now he gotta pick him up
Fuck these niggas tell em' come and get me
Fifteen hundred on Balenci's
My bitch begging for a quickie
This lil bitch she wanna lick me
Her head good might buy her rickies
My bruh bruh he pour up Trishy
Fonem crazy totin' fifties
Folks take thirty I take sixty
Bro load the thirty right up in the blicky
I'm off dirty shit got me pissy
If you broke then I'm allergic don't come near
Swerve in a motherfuckin' coupe but this ain't one fifty
With a blick with in my motherfuckin' pants I would make you dance
So please do not tempt me



Writer(s): Jahkial Mosley



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