paroles de chanson Acting Different - Lil Indo
She
been
working
on
the
pole,
tryna
keep
it
on
the
low
She
don't
wanna
be
a
hoe,
but
she
making
hella
dough
Shawty
got
a
man
back
home
flipping
dope
Feds
knocking
on
the
door,
shawty
hit
the
road
30
days
sober,
Molly
telling
me
I'm
distant
All
this
guala
on
me,
bitches
started
acting
different
She
got
a
man,
but
lil
shawty
'boutta
risk
it
I'm
with
the
gang
so
she
brought
a
couple
bitches
Fuck
a
bitch
and
hit
a
lick
on
her
brother
Then
go
fuck
his
momma,
I'm
a
real
motherfucker
Gotta
tell
that
bitch
that
I
don't
love
her
"Indo
what
you
mean?"
I'm
like
"Bitch,
did
I
stutter?"
Pull
up
to
his
crib
and
I
air
it
out
Smoking
out
the
whip,
we
don't
air
it
out
He
like
"Boy
you
must
be
flipping
all
'them
drugs
you
got"
Bro
you
sound
like
the
cops,
fuck
you
talking
'bout
I
cop
a
lot
'cuz
I
pop
a
lot
And
they
pay
me
to
talk
so
I
talk
a
lot
Whoa,
say
she
love
the
dough,
I
don't
know
If
she
talking
'bout
my
pockets
or
my
bro
She
my
biggest
fan
Yeah
she
blow
me
good
Say
she
got
a
man,
and
he
know
how
to
juug
Bet
he
wish
he
could
Yeah
I
wish
he
would
I
just
hit
my
shooter
up,
he
smoke
'em
like
a
'Wood
Now
he
in
his
feels
talking
'bout
catching
me
lacking
Pull
up
to
his
crib
just
to
tell
him
that
he
capping
Left
him
with
his
hoe
'cuz
the
gang
already
smashed
it
My
money
on
gymnastics,
these
bitches
doing
backflips
Yeah
I
be
on
my
outta
state
shit
It's
too
bad,
we
can't
fuck
'cuz
she
too
basic
If
she
bad,
I
might
make
her
my
new
main
bitch
Smoking
'Woods,
I
don't
pass
that
shit,
I
face
it
Damn
I
think
I
might
be
too
wasted
It't
too
bad,
still
won't
fuck
'cuz
she
too
basic
Too
much
chains,
had
to
cop
me
a
new
bracelet
All
these
jits,
they
be
copying
and
pasting
Your
shawty
with
the
gang
But
you
already
heard
You
don't
like
my
songs
Your
bitch
know
every
word
Got
my
money
long
like
Lil
Uzi
Vert
Now
you
just
hit
my
phone
saying
you
need
a
verse
I
keep
the
team
on
my
mind
like
a
snapback
She
show
me
ass
and
then
I
block
her
on
the
Snapchat
Johnny
hit
the
gas,
go
so
fast
it
gave
me
whiplash
They
talking
trash,
I
ain't
worried
about
the
chit-chat
30
days
sober,
Molly
telling
me
I'm
distant
All
this
guala
on
me,
bitches
started
acting
different
She
got
a
man,
but
lil
shawty
'boutta
risk
it
I'm
with
the
gang
so
she
brought
a
couple
bitches
Now
he
in
his
feels
talking
'bout
catching
me
lacking
Pull
up
to
his
crib
just
to
tell
him
that
he
capping
Left
him
with
his
hoe
'cuz
the
gang
already
smashed
it
My
money
on
gymnastics,
these
bitches
doing
backflips
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