paroles de chanson Ain’t None of That - Noob

Aey, Aey, Aey, Aey, Aey, Aey, Aey,
Aey!!
2020 goals, jag on twenty fours, cartier gold ropes, swag on overload.
Came from the floor,
Me and Cas driving back and forth, Mark eight two door.
Coping from the store, three and a split trying make it four.
Shit just trying lighten the load, buy my shorty some clothes,
Pop a few bottles, fuck a few hoes,
Made-made it to the pros, shell hard as toad.
Struggled but, a nigga still smiled with a pose,
For the foul kept a pole and you already know how the story goes.
A rr aybn J.
Spradley, is this 1027.
Aey, aey, aey, aey, aey, aey, aey.
So want the smoke.
Well nigga here you go.
Thought the dj played your jam how ya dancing around the floor.
Now say hello to mister forty four.
You didnt think i lock and load.
You must be smoking dope.
Like araby just do shows.
Oh!
Strip up out them clothes.
And i aint talking slow.
Beatles rock -n-roll.
Yeah araby got them jokes to ya lameness is expose.
Run ya out your soles, take ya little hoes.
Pull my cucumber out and shove it down.
Aey, so ya know, so ya know.

Take a seat listen, boy this need ya attention.
A1 saucy and we keep it dripping.
On the sixes i be sitting, lane to lane switching, cosimigos sipping.
Team spradley winning!
My ninja ain't make it.
Bitter sweet ending.
All that pitching 1027 and we trending.
Dessert eagle edition if they get to tripping.
You don't want me riffing nigga we have you missing.
Have ya gram in the choir like i would of diffrent.