paroles de chanson M Huncho x Kenny 1 Xtra Mixed Ref 1 - M Huncho

Uh
This grow yard, this grow yard is getting raided
This grow yard, this grow yard is getting raided
Uh
It′s getting raided, uh
Yeah we skating, yeah
Yeah we skating, yeah yeah

This grow yard, this grow yard is getting raided
I go hard and go yard my hands are aching
They're screaming they′re real but I know they're faking
Know they're faking
She see me in person I look amazing
I′m holding onto the trap
This grip is just so tenacious
So tenacious
I′m saying my prayers
I'm feeling gracious

Still sucking on her areolas
Buj a bit lighter than coca-cola
In my own misery, finding solace
Waiting for shit to be really over, really over
How many times did they do me over
I was never lucky, fuck a four-leaf clover
Remember the days when I run em over
Remember the days when I run em over
Uh, uh, had a couple racks in a shoe box
Getting jigga′s taxed for their shoe box
I ain't really into no lulas
Uh, cooler than a cooler
Seen more stones than your jeweller
Yay High he′s a 'ooter
How could you duel with a dueler

Uh, I was running round town, for hundred pound day
I was stuck up in a corner
Now I stay by myself, big spliff no corona
Give her big spliff, then I bone her
These roads they be hotter than a sauna
Yeah I know that death is getting closer
Gotta get it on the deen and stand right shoulder to shoulder
Stop shotting boulders
Cause these bitch boys wan(na) stop me
And I don′t play games nah, nah
And I tell her don't come my way right now
Cause I'm running to the money every day right now, uh
Can′t fuck with this bitch right now
Can′t fuck the same bitch right now
Anything and anything goes
Anything and anything goes
So I run up to the plug with hope

Uh, I was stuck up in the kitchen
I was tryna bag a chicken
Uh, yeah the chicken finger lickin'
Big buds that I′m picking
When the lean starts kicking
The sauce starts dripping
All this pain I'm feeling
All these scars they ain′t healing
Elizabeth is way more appealing, uh
Blowing these trees to the ceiling
Uh, uh imagine
Kel with no Kenan
Life without breathing
Fuck with no semens
No angels just demons
Uh, death with no grieving
Girls with no weave in
Sprite no codeine and
Uh, wipes that don't clean
You′re a wipe that ain't clean
There's only couple people
There′s a family no team and uh, fuck all the greed and
Uh, keep me on repeat cause this shit gets real and
When shit gets real
Real people stay real
Fake yutes they can′t relate, nah nah
These brothers they just fishy like fillet
I've always been the kid, ask Billy
All black attire and a North Face gilet yeah
Uh, run a man over, don′t ask questions, don't be silly
Skr, skr
Run a man over, don′t ask questions, don't be silly
Uh, I′ve always been a man, you can ask Billy
Uh, I've always been a man, you can ask Kenny

Look
Up and down
See I'm running up and down
See I′m running up and down
See I′m running up and down
See I'm running up and down
I′m getting rid of pounds
I'm rolling with the hounds
I lift them off the ground
I do it on my ones
Fucking hell the pack is done
Think I need another one
Music I do it just for fun
These bruddas, bunch of bums
Sitting, thinking how they scooping up the crumbs
Scooping up the pack
Poking jiggas in the back
Talking hella shit, you know I ain′t with that
You really know I ain't with that
You really know I ain′t with that
Imma talk about my life and
Imma talk about some facts
Jumping on these tracks, moving like a train
Yeah, yeah I'm train wrecking, it's a warning
All these other people boring
All these other people boring
You know I go hard for myself
I′m fresh like my juice
These bruddas, they′re sitting on shelves

Uh
Running up and down
See I'm running up and down
See I′m running up and down
See I'm running up and down
See I′m running up and down
I'm getting rid of pounds
I′m rolling with the hounds
I lift them off the ground
I do it on my ones
Fucking hell the pack is done
Think I need another one
Music I do it just for fun
These bruddas, bunch of bums
Sitting, thinking how they scooping up the crumbs
Scooping up the pack
Stabbing jiggas in the back
Talking hella shit, you know I ain't with that
You really know I ain't with that
You really know I ain′t with that
Imma talk about my life and
Imma talk about some facts
Jumping on these tracks, moving like a train
Yeah, yeah I′m train wrecking, it's a warning
All these other people boring
All these other people boring
You know I go hard for myself
I′m fresh like my juice
These bruddas, they're sitting on shelves
I ain′t cuffing any hoes and
I'm bucking some foes on the side road
Bag something with my eyes closed
Pipe her down with my eyes closed
Uh, pipe her down with my eyes closed
You know I ain′t with that
Posted waiting on a big pack
Got the chicken no big mac
Still hoping for a big stack
Aye