paroles de chanson Wicked - Maniac Flame

Feeling
Feeling myself
Swag on ah mill I don't need no help
Jeans on her right she don't need no belt
Flame in this bitch make the whole scene melt
Poppin
All the way overseas
Lil bra from Sweden he made this beat
Young nigga ball NBA I'm street
Far from a killa don't try and play me

Fuck with my gods
Elevate boss shit
Don't speak it on it if you can't talk it
Over and over I get it all in
Flame gone work yea I'm on it often
Flights on flights baby giving Boston
I make it sizzle please take caution
Been the quarterback and I picked off shit
Been on the mic this ain't new naw kid
Come out and play maniac go Chucky
Niggas gone judge me they hope that they buzz me
Worry bout nothing I'm growing it's lovely
Baby don't judge me stay solid and trust me
100s on 50s 20s and 1s
Count that shit up we accept all funds
Rock with fam we gone move as 1
What would soft niggas do without guns
We all got a story this mine it's simple
I made it from nothin no father just mental
My momma soldier she dodged all the missiles

Is it real love or you gone leave me crippled
Learn from mistakes move on get yo issue
Finna get this bag yea
Finna get this bag yea
Finna get this bag yea
Is it real love or you gone get me crippled

Finna get this bag yea yea they been calling
Millions on millions for the flame if we talking
Make em upset get this check when I walk in
Droppa he ah boss running numbers like ah auction
I don't wanna talk know ah nigga gone get it
Yea Imma star I shine can't miss it
Count up some bread have fun just living
Bad bitch with me flame god I'm different
Flame god mode wildn out I been trippin
Ball how I want bad boy Imma piston
Is it real love these days shit get wicked
Is it real love these days shit get wicked
Flame god yea yea is it real love