paroles de chanson I Know You Strapped - Lil Wyte

Know what I'm sayin this mothafucking song dedicated to them weak ass
Bitches that follow me in the club on that weed, that white,
That liquor, the whole xanax bars That X
Whatever the fuck they on You know what I'm sayin?
They think cause they drunk and they crunk and they got a unit in
The trunk that they just some hard
Mothafuckers You know what I'm sayin?
But really they's the weak bitches You know what I'm sayin?
You fall up in V.
I.
P. (
HCP) thats the real killas sittin in the back
Waitin on yo mothafuckin ass, you know what I'm sayin?
Bitch

Smoke a blunt, get drunk,
Hit a line of that funk Now you fallin up in the spot and you thinkin
That you crunk You ain't crunk, yous a punk,
And I'ma show you that tonight All it takes is one killer to step and
We can start a fight In the middle of the club,
Bitch wasup we can do this shit Security ain't gonna jump in the way
Because they scared of this Implantin this into ya brain so you know
The next time you cross the line Again it's standin full of sin when
You fuck wit the boss Biggest, badest, roughest motha fucker,
But ya still a bitch I'm comin in crunker than the others for the
Fuck of it Liquor bottles hit ya harder than some syrup when ya slum
Have ya shakin, fakin,
Body achin by the time I'm done Legally this isn't right but ask me
If I give a shit Peacefully I'll read your rights and have you beggin
Me to quit Hit ya weed and liquor or whatever else it takes to
Jump Just remember,
Just cause you fucked up it doesn't mean your crunk

I know you strapped,
But you cowards like to play hard And knowin that you don't wanna
Catch a murder charge See butsters like to get full of
That weed and liquor snort a line In ya mind now yous a killer

Damn man goddamn paul man you might have to slow this motha fucker
Down a Little bit man I'm on that syrup man
I'm high and I'm drunk man you need to slow down

I'm not scared of you just cause you came in actin a damn fool Runnin
Lip talkin shit, bet you wouldn't without ya tool Now ya hard very
Hard ballin down the boulevard,
Pissy pants doin ya dance I'm behind ya in a faster car,
Weak as water so is yo mama, father and ya Faculty,
Quickly sauder up yo lips so you can't trip or speak of me Watch me
Creep up from the back wit gats and pick you off by ones Had to
Repaint the walls wit ya while ya smokin on ya blunt Hate to be the
One to show you that drugs kill and that's a fact But I love that I
Am the one who put the bullet in your back Next time when you step to
The plate come back and just let it rip Stead of bitchin out I
Thought you crunk, you ran back to ya whip Holy ghost is up in ya
When you see me you fade away Makin fun of all you cowards powered by
A pack of bay Hopefully one day you'll find out in the end you just a
Bitch Until then just keep on drinkin
Smokin snortin up some shit...•T•M•F•K•