paroles de chanson A Lot - Lil T. Flacko

Niggas actin' tough on the net
But they know they not
Gotta represent for the block
He get his brothers hot
I love it when I tote on my drill
That bitch an Auto-bot
Transform a nigga
Catch him layin' still
You know she spit a lot
Bro lost time he can't get back
We keep his plate hot
You say these niggas got your back
But they just fake a lot
You know that I can't fuck with Jakes
Like snakes they hiss a lot
Bananas ain't talkin bathing ape
Like Drake it never flops

Bro got lined like an etch a sketch (Yeah)
We call him doodle bob
You playin get your niggas stretched (Huh)
We know his ass is hot
I'm a real gentleman (Man)
Love finer things and art
I can't trust no middle man (No)
I'm talkin to the boss
Hugo all up on my cock (Yeah)
That's right I'm talkin boss
Ciroq that's all up in my cup (Cup)
I love it over rocks
Pour one up then double up (Up, up)
I love that purple stuff
I love when I'm up in her guts (Guts)
But you, you love to talk
Yerrr
If it's up, then it's up (Up)
We posted nigga yeah in the slums
Fill my cup then we roll one up (Yeah)
Ainsley got that bubble butt
Yeah she ain't been a slut
But you know I'll hit her up (Hit her up)
One in the pink
Got Two in the sink (Sink)
She lovin' my tongue
I'm making her sing
Gas it hit strong
But I'm hittin' it mean (Yeah)
I'm all in her thong
Yeah you know what I need (Need)
I'm a big dog
But you just a fiend (Yeah)
I'm covered in gold
I'm lookin' so clean (Clean)
Diamonds and all
I love how they bling (Bling)
I'm makin' her wet
And I'm making her scream (Scream)
Took a lil 4 right to head (Head)
It gets hard to stand when your niggas is dead (Dead)
Wodie fell out there
Went to the feds (Feds)
We snuffed his as out
Just leave it on read (No)
I can't be caught up
I run without legs (Yeah)
Wake his ass up
You layin' instead (Instead)
We stretchin' it out
Like she lay in my bed (Yeah)
No stretcher out
Till we put him to rest (Uh)
Woke up on top
But fell like the rest (The rest)
I can't fuck with ops
I hate when they test (No)
Shawty a cop
My dick she arrest (Arrest)
The party won't stop
This shit I attest (Attest)
Molly, Armani, this shit all on me (On me)
Versace, Versace
That's me add the three
Got designer all on me
My head to my toes (Uh)
My wrist, my neck, my ears (Yeah)
All on froze
Drop the top, skrt
Put the whole city on blast
Crop top, yeah
She got some tittes and a fat ol' ass (Ass)
Rolling, I'm rolling
Stay rolling it up (Yeah)
These niggas is trolling
I'm squaring 'em up (huh)
I don't eat beef
I'm staring it up (no)
1 .223, Yeah that should be enough (Yeah)
Shooting niggas in they stomach (Hurt)
Workin' on walking while dying, Skrt (Skrt)
C'mon bitch why you crying (Why)
You know the bands
Yeah they stay multiplyin' (Yeah)

Niggas actin tough on the net
But they know they not
Gotta represent for the block
He get his brothers hot
I love it when I tote on my drill
That bitch an auto-bot
Transform a nigga
Catch him layin' still
You know she spit a lot
Bro lost time he can't get back
We keep his plate hot
You say these niggas got your back
But they just fake a lot
You know that I can't fuck with Jakes
Like snakes they hiss a lot
Bananas ain't talkin bathing ape
Like Drake it never flops