paroles de chanson Bored - Lunchbox

Bitch, this shit on the floor, floor, floor
Bitch, I be talkin' my shit, I be bored, bored (woo), bored
You took my phone, now that shit, you ignored, 'nored (woo), 'nored
You runnin' up on that shit, we gon' blow, blow (woo), blow

She wanna see me, said, "Come to my show," oh, oh
That bitch a treesh, and we already knew, knew, oh
Rick Owen jeans all on me like some trues, oh, oh
I knew that you was gon' leave me, it's true, oh, oh
Bih, I'm in that, oh

Whip wit' the blackout tints
Sippin' that shit, I might pass out
I got a stick, I don't lack out, bitch
Playing that shit, I might black out

I might pull up in them blackout tints
Playing them games, you gon' lag out, bitch
I don't miss frames, I move tact now, bih
Young nigga block, hot like Miami

I can see you a bih, but that's not in me
I went up now, it's stuck, what done got in me
I went up now, it's stuck, what done got in me

All my choppas they sing like they got Grammy's
I might fuck on yo' mother, not granny
I got too many sons like I got nanny
Tell that hoe that I want dome, but not fanny

Bitch, this shit on the floor, floor, floor
Bitch, I be talkin' my shit, I be bored, bored (woo), bored
You took my phone, now that shit, you ignored, 'nored (woo), 'nored
You runnin' up on that shit, we gon' blow, blow (woo), blow

She wanna see me, said, "Come to my show," oh, oh
That bitch a treesh, and we already knew, knew, oh
Rick Owen jeans all on me like some trues, oh, oh
I knew that you was gon' leave me, it's true, oh, oh
Bih, I'm in that, oh