paroles de chanson VIRAL (feat. Codeine Chriss) - M?STIC

Yeah
It's Codeine Chriss, the real one, not the fake one
On sauce... Ouu

Pockets stay on swole, Gucci my cologne
If I pop out in the summer with my jewelry, it get cold
I'm takin' puff bars to the dome
Pull up in that G-Wagon, I take your bitches home
Don't you player hate, that's cold

We goin' viral every night
I just took that walkie-talka then I poured it in the sprite
You can catch me at the game, I got the floor seats like I'm Spike
Spent a couple thousand dollars at the Gucci store last night
Double back today, that's light

I be off it
I done spent 200K on lean, that's what it cost me
Catching all these plays, they all touchdowns, I Randy Moss'd it
I ain't even had no clicks, I did it Gucci floppin'
Down but I still keep the racks up in my Louis wallet

Pockets stay on swole, Gucci my cologne
If I pop out in the summer with my jewelry, it get cold
I'm takin' puff bars to the dome
Pull up in that G-Wagon, I take your bitches home
Don't you player hate, that's cold

Pockets stay on swole, Gucci my cologne
If I pop out in the summer with my jewelry, it get cold
I'm takin' puff bars to the dome
Pull up in that G-Wagon, I take your bitches home
Don't you player hate, that's cold

Then I pop up in this bitch like I'm Chris Hansen
Lil' bro bought a mansion
Every bitch that walk up in here dancing
Probably getting naked
We keep poles in case you trippin'
And for them bitches that's dancing
You want smoke, we giving out cancer

I keep percs the size of moons
And yellow buses, no schools
We keep chops the size of brooms
But we ain't cleaning no rooms

Way ahead of y'all
Real one, not the fake one, don't do Fentanyl
That's yo' girl
When I seen that bitch, I got that neck and all

Pockets stay on swole, Gucci my cologne
If I pop out in the summer with my jewelry, it get cold
I'm takin' puff bars to the dome
Pull up in that G-Wagon, I take your bitches home
Don't you player hate, that's cold

Pockets stay on swole, Gucci my cologne
If I pop out in the summer with my jewelry, it get cold
I'm takin' puff bars to the dome
Pull up in that G-Wagon, I take your bitches home
Don't you player hate, that's cold