paroles de chanson So fun - Lunchbox

(Write me)
Tell her, "you can't write me"
I don't need no more love
Some niggas wan' fight me
They gon meet my whole gun
Cooling with your wifey
Bitches don't get no trust
I know they don't like me
We gon' shed some more blood
Bitch ain't no more writing
I go in and go blood (bitch)
From a broken home, I need more drugs
If you want some smoke, gon' need more lungs
Transparency off, don't hear no one
Weekend with your ho, it was so fun

It was so fun
I'm finna roll this dope up
That bitch think we broke up
Bitch we wasn't nun
You just my lil' ho, uh
Guns up in the trunk
Guns up in the sofa
You run up you done
You run up you so fucked
Bro don't got the gun?
Bitch you gon' get poked up
I was having fun, bitch, until I woke up (fuck)
Bitch, until I woke up
Bitch, until I woke up
Worried 'bout cash, not ass, 'cause guap I need, need
I know these niggas be ass, they worried bout me, me
Toting on Michael Jack, that chop go, "yee hee"
Niggas be going out sad that's why they bleed, bleed
Bitch I be talking them facts, they cap bout me, me
All of this gas, lil' bitch, I can't breathe

(Write me)
Tell her, "you can't write me"
I don't need no more love
Some niggas wan' fight me
They gon meet my whole gun
Cooling with your wifey
Bitches don't get no trust
I know they don't like me
We gon' shed some more blood
Bitch ain't no more writing
I go in and go blood (bitch)
From a broken home, I need more drugs
If you want some smoke, gon' need more lungs
Transparency off, don't hear no one
Weekend with your ho, it was so fun

Dope up
Broke up
Nah