paroles de chanson Real Street Migo - Pouya , Boobie Lootaveli

I'm a street Migo, wrap them babies in the plastic
I be totin' on some tools bigger than Jurassic
Now my old homie hate me 'cause I made it happen
Thought that he would want me in a Wraith, not a casket
Man this life will teach you things that you wouldn't imagine
How you say that he your dog, but he went to ratting?
We be moving like a marching band when we clapping
Got a .40 with the nuts, if you want your ass kissed

Bitch it's trap shit is easy, why you doing average?
My lil zose up the road swiping, doin' damage
They gon take a trip across the tracks for the package
Tryna sell out all these shows, bitch I want that backend
What that thing all down your back, girl is that your baggage?
I love when she get to clapping it, I gets to rattlin'
Pull up on you like "Whats happening bitch" ain't got no manners
Hit you with some numbers, its not adding up, then I'm subtracting bitch
A lot up on my plate today, I'm doing numbers ho
If you ain't make one play today, then what you doing ho?
You know I be with the shits so what we moving ho?
I'm a real street Migo, I be glidin' through the room

I'm a street Migo, wrap them babies in the plastic
I be totin' on some tools bigger than Jurassic
Now my old homie hate me 'cause I made it happen
Thought that he want me in a Wraith, not a casket
Man this life will teach you things that you wouldn't imagine
How you say that he your dog, but he went to ratting?
We be moving like a marching band when we clapping
Got a .40 with the nuts, if you want your ass kissed

I want smoke, I want smoke, I want bullets in my head
Let me go, let me go, I guess I'm better off for dead
This life I'm living ain't right
I should of stayed in school instead of dropping out
Sitting on the couch, with a cigarette in my mouth
But if I did that, I would be broke
Sitting in the Honda Civic with that broken taillight and a ugly ho
But now they love me, now I'm knocking them down like dominoes
Drivin' to chop you up, and put your finger in a envelope
Lil ho, why you wanna play me like a bitch?
Run around with my style how you know you not authentic with it
Admit it, get out of your feelings, I've been in the game for a minute
Show some respect to the legacy
Been waiting for somebody to kill me
To show me you love me, yuh

I'm a street Migo, wrap them babies in the plastic
I be totin' on some tools bigger than Jurassic
Now my old homie hate me 'cause I made it happen
Thought that he would want me in a Wraith, not a casket
Man this life will teach you things that you wouldn't imagine
How you say that he your dog, but he went to ratting?
We be moving like a marching band when we clapping
Got a .40 with the nuts, if you want your ass kissed