paroles de chanson Let the Good Times Roll Creole - Memphis Slim
I
fuck
with
savages,
you
a
fuckboy,
you
can't
hang
You
can
find
me
posted
up
on
Frank
block
with
my
fuckin'
gang
You
ain't
really
'bout
shit,
stay
out
my
spot,
don't
speak
my
name
Or
I
pull
up
on
your
block
at
night,
wearing
all
black
and
let
that
40
bang
I
fucked
your
girl
and
I
ain't
even
try
to,
that
little
hoe,
she
a
fuckin'
thot
Got
her
off
the
Molly,
now
she
rollin',
all
she
good
for
is
giving
top
I
got
loud
pack,
I
got
school
buses,
hurry
up
fam,
come
and
shop
I
got
a
big
40
with
a
thirty-clip,
and
I
call
that
bitch
my
fuckin'
mop
I
paid
350
for
a
Fendi
belt,
and
that
double
F
hold
up
my
strap
I
hear
one
diss
and
I'm
running
up
in
your
fuckin'
trap
You
thought
shit
was
sweet
'til
I
ran
up
with
no
fuckin'
mask
Always
chasing
a
check,
bitch
I'm
really
'bout
mine
You
a
broke
boy
but
you
rock
designer,
that
shit
don't
sound
right
Thought
you
could
sneak
diss
and
you
won't
get
found,
right?
'Til
you
get
caught
in
traffic,
at
the
wrong
place,
at
the
wrong
time
Got
a
couple
shooters
and
they
ride
with
me
And
they
down
to
shoot
when
it's
drill
time
Pull
up
and
we
get
to
drumming
Let
thirty
shots
out
that
Glock
nine
Got
a
couple
shooters
and
they
ride
with
me
And
they
down
to
shoot
when
it's
drill
time
Pull
up
and
we
get
to
drumming
Let
thirty
shots
out
that
Glock
nine
Now
it's
back
to
the
trap
with
a
twenty
sack
Rolling
up
a
swisher
of
that
straight
gas
Got
a
fifty-clip
sticking
out
the
MAC
So
that's
fifty
shots
for
your
goofy
ass
Copped
a
Ferragamo
when
I
was
up
at
Saks
But
my
True
Religion's
still
off
my
ass
I
got
heavy
pockets,
I
got
big
ass
bands
Run
up
on
me
tryna
rob,
and
that
thirty
blap
Keep
a
bank
roll
on
me
at
all
times,
rolled
up
with
a
rubber
band
Off
the
lean,
that
Promethazine
got
me
walking
around
like
a
kick
stand
Keep
a
bird
tucked
on
my
right
side,
my
.380
or
my
FN
And
if
I
catch
you
lacking,
better
pray
to
God
that
my
shit
jam
But
if
it
don't,
I'mma
take
you
out
like
a
fuckin'
date
Put
a
hole
in
your
fuckin'
back
if
I
catch
you
talkin'
to
the
fuckin'
Jakes
Ain't
afraid
to
catch
a
body
and
skip
out
from
state
to
state
And
if
there's
a
witness,
I'mma
kill
'em
too
and
I'mma
beat
the
case
Let's
get
it
Let's
get
it
Let's
get
it
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