paroles de chanson Speedin On the Freeway - Kobana

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's that type of beat I gotta brag on
This that type of meat she wanna gag on
I can't go out sad, no, I won't blow up fast

I'ma take my time, yeah, I'ma make it last, yeah
We get them gone and now we flyin' down to Cancun
Bullets up the ass so those niggas get a damn room
Yeah, I love that scissor but you know I can't snooze

Got me feelin' like a fraud, yeah, the way I can't lose
In my closet, keep on throwin' fits, umbrella in my fist
Yeah, the way I'm bouta drip, and my eyes so fuckin' broke
But I plan on stayin' rich

That's that type of beat I gotta brag on
That's that type of meat she wanna gag on
Bitch, I'm gettin' turnt, yeah, I'm tired of the sad songs
Hop up in that coupe, I need to go

They don't call me Ko, they call me goat
My life not a movie, it's a show
If I run for president, I know your bitch will vote
Modeling in Vogue, my girl is a idol

And the money that I stack, it be taller than the eiffle
Yeah, I say deuces
We gon' slide up to his block, we gon' shoot shit
People talkin' on my name, but they won't do shit

Know they gettin' scared, I got em spooked, bitch
Fast up in my lane, I told them move, bitch
Hella snakes up in the grass, I move with caution
Six feet apart, like that nigga really coughin

This the type of beat I gotta brag on
This the type of meat she wanna gag on
Bitch, I'm gettin' turnt, yeah, I'm tired of the sad songs