paroles de chanson Girl With The Tattoo - Mah , Tha Baby

Baby say my name, how you my girl without no tattoo?
Ain't seen her in a minute, when I do she get her back blew
He don't barely feed her, when he do, he feed her fast food
Dash got 220, it's for sure that I'm gon' pass you
All that acting tough gon' do you nothing but a funeral
I've been on the road, duckin' jakes, just the usual
If you run up on the gang, we'll make a fool of you
Why would you cuff that bitch? I know her shit loose than a hula hoop

If they only know it ain't that easy, keep your head up
Ain't seen me in a minute then you know I got my bread up
This clip will hold a hundred, I keep thumpin' till the lead up
She a pro at giving head, till I'm done she won't get let up
Comme des Garçons, Baccarat for the cologne, nigga
I ain't been answering my phone, leave me alone, I'm in my zone, nigga
Clutchin' on this chrome, one in the head always on go, nigga
If you hangin' with the opps, then you gon' get froze with them

Baby say my name, how you my girl without no tattoo?
Ain't seen her in a minute, when I do she get her back blew
He don't barely feed her, when he do, he feed her fast food
Dash got 220, it's for sure that I'm gon' pass you
All that acting tough gon' do you nothing but a funeral
I've been on the road, duckin' jakes, just the usual
If you run up on the gang, we'll make a fool of you
Why would you cuff that bitch? I know her shit loose than a hula hoop

If they only know it ain't that easy, keep your head up
Ain't seen me in a minute then you know I got my bread up
This clip will hold a hundred, I keep thumpin' till the lead up
She a pro at giving head, till I'm done she won't get let up
Comme des Garçons, Baccarat for the cologne, nigga
I ain't been answering my phone, leave me alone, I'm in my zone, nigga
Clutchin' on this chrome, one in the head always on go, nigga
If you hangin' with the opps, then you gon' get froze with them

Baby say my name, how you my girl without no tattoo?
Ain't seen her in a minute, when I do she get her back blew
He don't barely feed her, when he do, he feed her fast food
Dash got 220, it's for sure that I'm gon' pass you
All that acting tough gon' do you nothing but a funeral
I've been on the road, duckin' jakes, just the usual
If you run up on the gang, we'll make a fool of you
Why would you cuff that bitch? I know her shit loose than a hula hoop