paroles de chanson She Likes My Shirts (feat. Tropes & Anvii) - Lil Nesley
Let
my
choppa
disperse
Dickhead
in
the
sun,
we
gon'
leave
him
in
the
dirt
I
don't
even
care
if
we
leave
his
bitch
hurt
I
could
get
lil
betty,
and
give
everything
to
her
She
forget
her
man's,
mhm,
that's
for
sure
She
fuck
with
the
brands,
mhm,
on
the
shirt
She
asking
for
shirts
too,
ooh
I'm
like
sure,
ooh,
ooh
Okay
what
you
got,
uh
What
you
got,
uh
Girl
I
gotta
Give
you
Prada
Gotta
spoil
ya'
God,
I
love
ya'
Ooh,
let's
try
some
love,
ya'
Let's
do
love,
ya'
Ooh,
let's,
ooh,
let's
love,
ya'
'Cause
girl
I
love
ya'
Need
to
keep
ya'
You
a
keepa
Let's
do
reefa
I'm
tryna
see
ya'
I'm
tryna
see
ya'
I'm
tryna
see
ya'
I'm
a
saver
I'm
not
thankful
Check
my
bankroll,
yuh
Your
not
able
Muzzle
flash,
it's
too
bright,
like
its
Mabel
Saw
so
many
bro's
go
up
without
a
label
You
don't
need
that
shit
You're
so
better
than
them
I'm
so
better
than
them
We're
so
better
than
them
Going
up,
we
don't
need
no
help
from
god
damn
them
Babe,
tell
me
what
you
like
I'mma
get
her
drinks
That
shit
on
my
tab
'Kay,
come
on,
let's
go
We
not
goin
last
We
not
goin
bad
Yeah,
we
not
going
out
sad
And
I
love
you
so
And
you
know
that,
oh
You
hear
what
he
said?
No
I
cannot,
oh
I'm
the
better
girl
For
the
perfect
you
I'm
a
better
lover,
yeah
Let
my
choppa
disperse
Dickhead
in
the
sun,
we
gon'
leave
him
in
the
dirt
I
don't
even
care
if
we
leave
his
bitch
hurt
I
could
get
lil
betty,
and
give
everything
to
her
She
forget
her
man's,
mhm,
that's
for
sure
She
fuck
with
the
brands,
mhm,
on
the
shirt
She
asking
for
shirts
too,
ooh
I'm
like
sure,
ooh,
ooh
Okay
what
you
got,
uh
What
you
got,
uh
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