paroles de chanson Telegram - MDG!

Woah
Ha
(Blrrr)

I mix the Maison Margiela with Maison Mihara (Mihara)
I cannot tell you that shit, cause it's none of my problem (no no no no)
I mix the the NUMBER (N)INE with the Balenci, it's all on my collar
I don't even hoop for real, but these niggas know I'm a baller

We in the field, put ya cleats down
She was cool, how she a treesh now
Keep on talking nigga, you get beat down
All my dawgs gettin' off the leash now
He in the ground, the pastor can preach now
She in the bed, she pullin' the sheets down
I'm in the palace, I'm taking the kings crown
I'm at the top, you can't even reach now

I mix the Maison Margiela with Maison Mihara (Maison Mihara)
I cannot tell you that shit, cause it's none of my problem (no no no no)
I mix the the NUMBER (N)INE with the Balenci, it's all on my collar (it's all on my collar)
I don't even hoop for real, but these niggas know im a baller (bitch I'm a baller)

(Uh) Fuckin' that bitch in my Vetements
Shout to Fredo, yeah that's my Xena man
He want a feat, send a telegram
I popped a X I think I just fell again
Her booty move like some gelatin
Rolls Royce in the cut, it's a Cullinan
I'm on the field, ain't no running in
Sippin' wock, I think I'm in a wonderland

Bitch I've been chilling out here wit my shotta
And bitch I've been blowing up feel like Osama
I'm stacking my racks bitch i stack it lasagna
Imma pull up wit that stick give em'trauma
And id never lie if i put it on my mama
And i got so hot lil bitch just like a sauna

That boy got frozen up just like Madonna
I remember I was broke I was up in that Honda
Big body GLE up in that Tonka
That bitch she reading me just like a manga
They not defeating me pull up behind em'
Imma sneak up bitch we moving so silent
And off of the X lil bitch u know I'm wilding
And I go so hard, fuck that bitch til' she crying

I got my brothers so fed up they got hundreds all up in they pockets (whoo)
I heard that boy he be talking that shit then we pull up wit motherfucking rocket (rocket)
I got a Glock and berretta lil bitch I just pull up and cock it (cock it)
I just pulled up wit the gang am finna' flock it (flock it)
I just be talking my shit you know I talk it (talk it)

I mix the Maison Margiela with Maison Mihara
I cannot tell you that shit, cause it's none of my problem
I mix the the NUMBER (N)INE with the Balenci, it's all on my collar
I don't even hoop for real, but these niggas know I'm a baller