paroles de chanson DEEP - KiD

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Tell me can you hear the critics?
I been checking analytics
Said he don't know what he did
But if he did it, then admit it
Know we gotta get it. Wanna know to fill it
Gotta lock it, gotta stock it, gotta stop and know the profit
Gotta 8 ball in my pocket. On the corner in a docket
With an eighty in the pocket
Lagging all behind with the 96 rockets
Wanna pop a bottle, but we never never wanna mop it
Pick his ass up, gotta take' em to the dump
Gotta bitch wanna dunk with a pipe in the truck
Wearing all red like I just pulled a chunk
Gotta take' em to the hump
Chasing my bread like I got it for the punk
But I make em all red like he voted for trump
Getting to an addict like a democratic
No he had it, pressure in the paddock
Gotta wrist to move a drunk

(Yeah)
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Aye
Know these bitches only here to slow you down
I'ma dog figure, run around, shadow on the ground
Got to put it down, rather down to end up in the pound
Black-hair-bitch, blonde better wear a wig, if she got kids
Tell the boy it is what is. But I won't miss
On her face, red dot shit
When I'm done dish, to the next, list on the fridge
(What the fuck did i just say, damn)

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