paroles de chanson Please! (feat. Sighdafekt) - Kiddish Klub

Hop on a plane to LA
Hope that my flight ain't delayed
Call you FaceTime on the plane
Just so you see I'm ok

Hop on a plane to LA
Hope that my flight ain't delayed
Only that good talk
Please, don't bring no shade

Bump like syphilis
From the jump
Blowin' skunk
Bitch
Ride the rip stick
Snake rattle
With hiss fits
Catch me slippin
On a mission
Butter scotch
With krimpets
Type
Mike Vick sick
Turn my dogs
To grim pets

Barely brush em off
I Tell em to hold up
And paint this
A perfect f*ckin picture
For my wall
While I'm make dis
Wollmoney nothing funny
Peanut butter to lipsticks
This shit hits

Barley good at addition
So I don't count digits
Coulda compared me to you favorite
And smack that sick shit
Better check if its Legitimate
And not some gimmick
I never really wanna Savor it
So I just dig in

Waves comin down
Got pitted
Chewed up
And Spit out
Finna get
Diamonds in my mouth
Grinning
Givin no fucks
That's without a fuckin doubt
With my shorty on the couch
I'm chillin

Hop on a plane to LA
Hope that my flight ain't delayed
Only that good talk
Please don't bring no shade

And don't try to book me unless i get paid
Just made a mess i should call up my maid
Sniffing hyena that low key that coca
It got my mind racing can't answer the calls ya
She ask for the whiskey i give her patron-a
The lady a vixen some kind of a Troja
Some kinda of devil fucking up my moj-a
You stay with your man but he play with ya poker

Shit we hop on a flight to LA
Hope that our flight ain't delayed
Only that good talk
Please don't bring no shade

Funny Mat'n Island
Got the last verse out
Sunny with the papers
I do not turn down
When
Tigger on the bass
Ballzy copped ya hand off
See me bleeding from the face
Drop it heavy like pounds

Heavy like pounds or kilo
I got my stitches but I like em all
Like I'm Lilo
I could be Italian
With all of the dinero
And Robbing all exes
Homes
I am not a hero
I'm an not ur friend
I'm am not ur buddy
Factual
When you not lookin
I will take your money
Factual
I toss you in the bin
Like you ugly
Factual
I put you in a class like you a dummy
Fax
Double time it's simple
Not trippin
I got a thousand mothafucka
That acquire my digits
But that don't mean ooo
I'm gonna hand another verse to these dipshits
Complete the mission
I kick it I had an apiffany
Sippin callin up Stephany
Hennessy not the remedy
Pukin all over everybody's
Date callin the families
Tellin em Mat'n island
Executive
Representing
They petty wanna be
Asses
The king
Controlling the masses
With liquor poured in the glasses
The trash and it's fucking crazy
They hate me looking
With passion
But mostly they fucking lazy
Ain't practicing but they asking
Like why can I not be jay z
Biggie pac or the latest
Cuz y'all will hurt your rap careers and love it
All of you sadist
All of you heavy medicated
Complaining
Cuz you not famous

And blame it on promotion
Or clothing it's all outrageous

Basically my message is practice
Till you the greatest

Till you lost your voice like 50 times
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