paroles de chanson ARM BREAKER - Layth

You're way too grown
To wanna be left alone
You know I've got a bone
If you flood her wrists with stone
Fuck it- I'll buy out the store
Fuck it- Forgiatos on the Rolls
RICO-RICO-RICO
You trap my every move
No you won't let me go

There must be PCP in every cigarette we smoke
I know that I'm a junkie
And that you're a total fluke
Tell me how much you want me
Oh the things I'd do to you

More- I want u 'round my room
You and ur lil perfume
War- Walk in my shoes
We're spending for the view
More- I want u 'round my room
You and ur lil perfume
Oh- Walk in my shoes
Bae why u go the blues

Been cuttin' up
214(69)- peel off
Yeah I'm a real rider
And a supplier
Hustle on my 9-9
Baby we getting higher
I ain't gon' play around- yuh
Stand 10 on the ground- yuh
Small town bama

I want u in my room
You and ur lil perfume
War- Walk in my shoes
We're spending for the view

My homies try hard
Why would they not, though
Low-kizzle peep the cro linking with hella ops
So, go, far away from here
Braiding my telomere
You were my BPC
Maybe my TBE

I'm in the middle of an arm wrestle
I want u but I might give up
It goes down if it ever goes up