paroles de chanson Strawberry Jam - Remix - Pops , Michael.J.

Me and my bitches we on a mission
Got tunnel vision and my palms is itchin
I keep forgetting to watch where I'm stepping
Hoes be everywhere leaching and begging
Niggas be pressing can't handle rejection
I keep it pushing gotta get where I'm getting
Not breaking bread less you gang or the fam
Granny burnt toast and put strawberry jam
I know you a hater I seen you before
Now when I walk in you holding my door
If you not a fan what you following for
If you was so cut why you pick up your phone
Yo bitch wanna be me that's something I know
You said yes to yo nigga I just told him no
Ain't shooting around Nigga I'm goin pro
Can't ever stay still I'm going fasho
It's no flex it's just big texxx
I walk in they stressed
I put on I'm next
Ain't taking no less need all my respect hoe

Need a bitch real thick
Riding round town in the coupe no clique
Someone pulled a strap at the party
And started countin bodies had to find my shawty we dip
DSM till I die
Homie lit the blunt and we get sky high
Gotta keep the mask on, no face no case
Tall ass white boy stand on my money 6'5
Got yo girl in my phone
Bitch Leave me alone
Talking all this shit bout a lame ass bitch better lower yo tone
I'm like a wizard casting spells
Curse you with a hex
I don't rich flex
Just stay cashing checks
Rolling off some molly
Now I think I'm up next

Ion talk a lot but when I do you betta listen
I got niggas in tha kitchen that be water whipn
I got bitches that be reeling and I call it fishin
Nigga play with me and I swear he gone end up missin
Yuh stike a pose I'm with ya Hoe we in da rolls
We on the road
Like where we go
Bitch I don't know
I'm off tha dope
So don't even question it
I got mo work than a Mexican (El Chapo)
Yo bitch just a pedestrian
Freaked that hoe now she lesbian
Den I fly off like ima pelican
Yeah I'm flyer then a bitch
I got the Glock with switch
So just hop in the ditch
Yuh aye
Take a fuckin flick
I'm all up in the bricks
Like I'm tryna make it fit

Dom and Mike now you gotta problem
Yea we gotta lot of options
To the forefront you if got the dollas
The big ballers be the only callers (They calling)
You can't fuck with us we got full autos
Cop the new auto Lamborghini model
I run the shit it ain't hard at all
You in the back with the marks and all
Ask us how to fucking ball
We at the top we can buy you all
I rent out floors at the Taj Mahal
We overseas to watch basketball
My Bank account six figures long
When we come through
You best stand up tall
We been the shit we was born to ball
You broke niggas to the back that's all