paroles de chanson Metro Spider (with Young Thug) - Metro Boomin , Young Thug

Metro Boomin
Heroes & Villains brodie
Somebody gotta be bad, somebody gotta be good you feel me

Own a label I gotta get smarter
I don't trust women so I thank God that I had some daughters
I'm the youngest but yet, I'm richer than every one of my brothers
I took the flawless baguettes and put in on my momma and father
LA I get my pills from a doctor
Pimpin a couple bitches at Copper
I didn't like that pic now crop it
You talkin bout a check now stop it
Water slip off my wrist it's droppin
Now I got a couple baguettes in my pocket
Big B I been rockin Chanel and throwin up C's
And that's for Charlie, point it out you know I'mma buy it

I was livin my life on a yacht, I aint takin my chain off thot
I like the way that you suckin my cock
Got some act' then let's go get a pop (let's go)
Take the latch off and went to the top
Niggas tried to say that I wasn't hot
Now they say I don't belong in this spot

Metro, metro, metro bought me a painting from Basel
I went two tone on my bezel, Baccarat the candles
Maybach gettin me some top meanwhile I flip the channel
Bigger than the president now my whole life a scandal (yeah)
Spider, spider, spider please dismiss these writers (yeah)
Caught up with your wifey and one night her (aye)
I put that shit on Im a fuckin' striker (yeah)
Leather on leather on leather like a fuckin biker (yeah)

Droppin the top on the lambo know thats a mando yuh
Whole life still a gamble, mobb life just like Sopranos
Gallery Department no sandals and it's camo
My wrist is a chandelier no beer over here
Rock crocodile sandals all year
Better have manners right here
My family right here nigga, both of my parents right here
Droppin my album this year, nobody gettin spared
Nigga both of my banners right there

Know you see the fishbowl tint
And the motor geeked up, that's motherfuckin cam right there
Know you see the blam right there
I aint playin right there, they'll pull up in a sedan right there
100 bands sittin right there
You aint gettin no smoke, you a run for a band right there
All your opps in ya face and you runnin round this place
You aint gettin your man right there
I put the rose rose, diamonds to poke in my motha fuckin nose
She my sex slave and she still dont let me pay tho

Metro,metro, metro bought me a painting from Basel
I went two tone on my bezel, Baccarat the candles
Maybach gettin me some top meanwhile I flip the channel
Bigger than the president now my whole life a scandal (yeah)
Spider, spider, spider please dismiss these writers (yeah)
Caught up with your wifey and one night her (aye)
I put that shit on Im a fuckin striker (yeah)
Leather on leather on leather like a fuckin biker (yeah)

I been fresh as hell every time you see my on site
Anything happen my kids got M's so everything alright
I done got used to takin pills and being up all night
Metro Boomin want some more nigga