paroles de chanson BISCOTTI - NeedNoName

(Yeah, whole lotta back here business, nigga
Yeah, I gotta thank my mama for havin' me, nigga
Cuz if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be able to put this shit in your nigga's face, man
Sayin, you know, I rollin a sweet while I'm rappin' and shit)
Just like that, nigga, don't even change it like that

I love that fuckin' Metro, Biscotti, you can smell it
My bitch ain't name Taylor, but she sweat my Travis Kelsey
I kick that black, I'm out here, these niggas tryin' to nail me
I'm fuck' her front and back, and she be screamin, you know, yellin
These niggas ain't never pass no tests in school, so why they testin' me
She say I'm only gon' come out and spend the night, if you let me
She ain't on it, fuck me, long time ago, or is she ready
The FBI on my trail, I won't say shit when they catch me

I slap my bitch like Jody, baby boy, I Evette Her
I want the drake just like OVO, I don't want the beretta
My mama always told me, you knew better, you do better
I used to slang my uncle dope, my granny wouldn't let me
I had to get my money up and broke, ain't good for feelin
There's marni on my slippers, furr came off a damn chinchilla
There's lines on my belly, baby, I don't have no six-pack
Hunnids in my pocket like I'm chuggin' up a Crip set
He say he on his dick, he doin' bad, and I believe him
She want me to fuckin' stay, but I can't, I gotta leave her
This nigga be actin' too damn sassy, he a diva
I'ma get them franklins like my mama named Aretha
I got hoes that do fraud, all they do is swipe they visa
I'm ballin' on these niggas, mama sure call me Ariza
I'm bipolar as fuck, I be cool, then I start tweakin
Nigga, if you ain't tryin' to get no money, why you speakin
I know my mama dead and gone, I still feel like she see me
He try that shit, all I know is bang, bang, chief keef
Three hunnid shots up in her car, I feel like Lil Reese
Gunpowder on my hand, I wash it off with pee-pee
Blood on my clothes, I burn them up, I don't do bleach
All my niggas up in jail, the rest of them six-feet

I love that fuckin' Metro, Biscotti, you can smell it
My bitch ain't name Taylor, but she sweat my Travis Kelsey
I kick that black, I'm out here, these niggas tryin' to nail me
I'm fuck' her front and back, and she be screamin, you know, yellin
These niggas ain't never pass no tests in school, so why they testin' me
She say I'm only gon' come out and spend the night, if you let me
She ain't on it, fuck me, long time ago, or is she ready
The FBI on my trail, I won't say shit when they catch me