paroles de chanson Simple - Meezy SG

Uhh!

Uhh!
Y'all make it easy nigga, (?)
The way I get money is crazy
Don't hate me 'cause I'm getting paid and you lazy
Got eighty racks stuffed in my pocket
But maybe I'm saving, or maybe I blow it
And make you niggas (?)
Like gimme that money that gravy
That same lil' stock that you hold in your basement I'm takin'
Empty his pockets we shake him
It's vacant, now we can ball out on vacation
I got dollar signs in my eyes it look like Columbine when we slide
Pull up with all the guys with them knives, he slippin' like
Waterslides, he gon' die
I done heard all the lies I got tired
On point like Porcupines with some knives
Now y'all want beef we all know you a vegan
My niggas an actress, like Chrissy Teigen
He said we was wreckin', Now look he bleedin'
I just heard your session, you need a beatin'
I hop in the Tesla, I get to speedin'
Just like a wrestler, you ain't gon' see us
My dog doin' extra, someone get PETA
Look at my hip but dont trip it's a heater
Let off a clip to go get some Fajitas
Look at the drip spent a brick on my sneakers
I'm bout to dip but the whip is a beamer
I'm hot as shit but my wrist is from Rita's
She wanna kiss get the lip and I leave her
I-I took a sip I can't drink the whole litre
I got a glick let it rip with the nina
We boutta switch turn her hips like i'm Tina
I know a trick with the stick I'm a cheater
I'm getting chips i ain't talking bout Cheetos
He want a feature from me, 'where the fee tho'?
Hittin' a lick then we headin' to Rio
We blowin' up just like Torpedoes
Yo nigga sus, whats up with me though?
Aim at his cut, I let the thing go
Shoot with the fifth, I'm yelling 'BINGO'
Yo man on a tee shirt nigga like Migos
Nigga my feet hurt chasing this gringo
I betcha teeth hurt biting this lingo
Nigga I keep her screaming like B.O, oh
Nigga keep saying he shoot but I dont see no pole
Nigga keep claiming that dime
My nigga, she don't know
You niggas sad
You need a bag
You need a rag
Cause imma be wetting yo block up tonight
Imma work out with the glock, I don't fight
You at a function I pop out on sight
I ain't gon pop out it's the wrong price
It's time to give face shawty I don't skype
I feel like Chief Keef, it's what I don't like
I knew you was sweet and yeah I was right
Just give me a beam, I'll take out his life
Come here nigga I'm taking your lunch money
Hoe, you ain't gotta run from me
Heard you was sneak dissin
Oh, you a dumb dummy
'Tomorrow I'm drippin!' Boy not if I'm coming
I'm taking allat Imma sell it on Ebay
Tell yo hoe 'Yo-ho, we gon have a threeway'
Like a yo yo yo hoe bouncing like a replay
Fasho tho four door we gon hit the free way
Nigga I'm gone

Gang

Yea, gang!