R2rcam - Slayer paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Slayer - R2rcam



Hold on
Let's go
I can't work at Chick-Fil-A
I can't work at Wendy's
I cannot respond to your lil' calls, 'cuz I got busy
Guess what, stepped into the stu' and I got busy (Guess what, slayer)
Roll some rocks up, came straight from the moon
Gon' make you dizzy, high as fuck, sleep (High)
Why in the fuck would I worry bout that nigga when that nine is tucked (On me)
Niggas slimy, they wiping your nose
Niggas fuckin' your sinuses up
If it's up with me that means anything goes
Got the stick on my side, imma clutch
Nigga sick, 'cuz he sipping on 'tuss
He get zipped, 'cuz we not finna tussle
Not finna tussle with niggas, been going up since I made Couple
I ball like the NBA bubble
If he run off with dough, he in trouble
Imma catch that lil' peon
I turn his feet hot
Do the dash, and beyond
That lil' boy in that Fiat
Gettin' money like eight ways
I can't never just be out Ho
Most these niggas just be broke
It ain't nothing to beef 'bout (Pussy, go get some money)
I can't work at Chick-Fil-A
I can't work at Wendy's
I cannot respond to your lil' calls, 'cuz I got busy
Guess what, stepped into the stu' and I got busy (Guess what, slayer)
Roll some rocks up, came straight from the moon
Gon' make you dizzy, high as fuck, sleep (High)
Why in the fuck would I worry bout that nigga when that nine is tucked (On me)
Niggas slimy, they wiping your nose
Niggas fuckin' your sinuses up
If it's up with me that means anything goes
Got the stick on my side, imma clutch
It's not pressure 'bout nun' of these niggas
It ain't pressure 'bout nun' of these sluts
It it was, I don't fold under pressure
Not having cold feet, never been issue for us
I'm in a high rise cozy, all of my shit going up
I think it's stuck
I think these niggas is capital B for capital bitch
Capital P for capital puss'
Step in the shit, I'm fuckin' it up
Fucking that bitch, and I'm fuckin' it up
I'm super clean, I'm super tough
Rockin' that fake ass ring, cover that up
Fill up a wood with like three and dump out the guts
We get a whole lot of cheese, still ain't no pictures of us
Aye, yeah (Ha)
Aye, yeah
Hold on
I can't work at Chick-Fil-A
I can't work at Wendy's
I cannot respond to your lil' calls, 'cuz I got busy
Guess what, stepped into the stu' and I got busy (Guess what, slayer)
Roll some rocks up, came straight from the moon
Gon' make you dizzy, high as fuck, sleep (High)
Why in the fuck would I worry bout that nigga when that nine is tucked (On me)



Writer(s): Cam Smith


R2rcam - R2rchive
Album R2rchive
date de sortie
01-11-2022



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