paroles de chanson 3 Body Problem - MAKAVELIGODD

Bitch, I'm a bonafide king when it come to rap
Flow hit like the iron fist, you can't fuck with that
Nike switch, diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my lap
Music like dope, bass slanging out the cul-de-sac
Anytime you run-in your dreams, I bet it's from me
Demons feeling blood in the night, I'm always on a creek
Anytime you try to look back, I'll be what you see
Flashing gold teeth got you looking like all I can eat

At your front door, bang bang. What you got, boy?
Winnie the Pooh, I want that honey that's in the pot boy
I don't see no Mike Larry here. You ain't no bad boy
Better zip your lips if it ain't about that cash boy
Pinky Rang Blaine, gotta match it with the gold leg
Purple with that sprite, mix it up and watch it turn pink
Money on the dresser, blood on the bathroom sink
Damn, what happened? Tell me what the fuck do you think?

In that brand new, I don't know how to pronounce this shit
But you best believe, I'm about to drive it like I stole that bitch
If it ain't pussy, then I got my eyes on them poker chips

In that brand new, I don't know how to pronounce this shit
But you best believe, I'm about to drive it like I stole that bitch
If it ain't pussy, then I got my eyes on them poker chips
Every night I sleep with a different bitch than I woke up with
In the whip, out here making noise now
Trying to play it nice, I don't even have a choice now
Tell me where you from, mate
Tell me where you came from
You can try to hide from your demons, but you can't run