paroles de chanson Intro - Michael

Uh, yeah, uh
Let me tell you what I need
I need a hundred years
Coz how deep is weath?
I need a path vista
I really know what′s well for me
Feel myself to wish you fuck with me
As like no one else
Young G, you keep talking bells
So when I come around
I've bet listen fall
Well, I misses more
See distress to pull like nothing else
So it′s Gucci or the whole hood
Or the black sun
I need both hands and the bland sun
I need some drive much to way
To gotta grass becoming
When I say shit
You know it's value nothing

Feel me
Shotout to public
Mississipi and a coffin cup
With bread garlic
If you track the subject
So I'm super power
It′s for you to touch it, Michael

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

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