paroles de chanson Bogus Conversations - Klassic Kell

Please do not approach me with no bogus conversation
Bout yo phony occupation
I just rolled up out the basement
To a song that's on the station
It was roaches at bottom
We used to dream a lot
I done did bout everything but made a queen up out a thot

Now you can't hop up in this whip if you ain't ready just to go the distance
It's me and my solid couple niggas grinding independent
If that pussy right I dive up in it
Popeye off that spinach
You ain't heard the word I handle business just like Michael bivins
All that money coming new edition
Believe that shit yo self until yo dream become fruition
That fye up in my britches cause these niggas love that funny shit
Holding niggas ransom cutting fingers on that sunny shit
Screaming fuck that humble shit
Cause it seem they don't respect it till you show it
So you gotta gloat it when you more than just a starving poet
But that's only half
When them vultures on yo back
Keep 2 eyes up on them niggas that's too friendly when you pass
Drop top roof in the back with a rooster to match
That's focused on yo bag
Oh please don't be don't get so attached
Everyday birds like her get hatched
Why you looking nervous nigga relax
Either you really ain't or you built for this
Young nigga still spit the realest shit so

Please do not approach me with no bogus conversation
Bout yo phony occupation
I just rolled up out the basement
To a song that's on the station
It was roaches at bottom
We used to dream a lot
I done did bout everything but made a queen up out a thot

I been I been I been I been
I been selling dope
This that shit that make you choke
Whip it in the kitchen hit the hammer with the fork
Don't believe me when you see me
I'm gone have to let you know
Stretch them pockets till they broke
Oh my God there they go

Swang and I swerve
I done hit me a curb
Nothing changed how a nigga gone serve
Moving around
Move or get down
I hear that young nigga got nerve
Peep I don't play on a beat I don't sneak I don't creep stand tall like bitch who gon stop me
Niggas talk so much they got cottonmouth
I don't believe the clout cause you the one without
I don't stress or doubt
I just flex amounts
Shit I get is more than grandma's pension now
So I pop out
Clear the floor like the mop out even when I'm old still Tyson bringing knock outs
Lights out
Nighty night nigga get tucked if you want smoke I got sumn to destroy lungs
Flung my hand out like I had bands out shorty just come cause she kno who the man now
Never had to act Denzel
Even on my training day to be a boss It was clear yea
Who that muhfucking nigga that we hearing bout
Wan Geez niggas fear em like A killer yo
Me and Kell then you know it's a klassic
Smoke em ash it where the bag at
Dead shit niggas talking if it ain't cash
Marv slid we hopped in to the bank fast

Please do not approach me with no bogus conversation
Bout yo phony occupation
I just rolled up out the basement
To a song that's on the station
It was roaches at bottom
We used to dream a lot
I done did bout everything but made a queen up out a thot