paroles de chanson 58 Bars - Reezy Givenchy

Aye I'm in her head like a vein
Her pussy was leaking giving me stains
I fucked first weekend in the back of the wraith
Her pussy full throttle like we went on a race
Aye I can never be a hater my niggaz stay stacking we getting the paper
One nigga was acting talking bout he major
So we lined his ass up do that nigga a favor
I ain't talking bout no taper we ducked this nigga wrapped him in some paper
You cuffing bitches wrap them in some bracelets
Keep the tool tuck like we maintenance
Hold on bro what you saying
graffiti the block meaning that we spraying
You niggaz is oops meaning that you telling
Red beam on his top meaning that he swelling
Fuck first night what's ya cash app
Made a post on the gram no hashtag
Fuck another nigga bitch give my cash back
Ain't finessing over here can't have that
Bitch think you slick cuz I gave you sum dick now you wanna take pics then I put a
Put a stamp on that dollar know it's snakes in my collar can't no nigga out here match My drip
No Abercrombie I ain't rocking no Fitch but this is a lobby no niggaz get in
All the niggaz round me acting like they Ken
All the bitches bedside acting like my twin

Ain't seen y'all niggaz in a minute y'all bitches real phony tryna pay a nigga a vist
123 bitch give me yo digits and next time you come might give yo ass a ticket
Niggaz can't break my spirit they always tryna break it cuz they know they really fear it
What's ya last statement nigga I ain't even really hear it
Nigga say I won't make it when I'm a inch right near it
Many rhymes in my mind like I said it two times
That's same word nigga but I said one line
Cocaine that nigga like he snort one line
Took a chain from made his bitch hit my line
I don't fuck wit niggaz they always lying and shit
And These bitches be desperate always crying and shit
Don't reply to her message now she eyeing my shit
Now she close to my eyes like a Stye on my shit
Boy you better speak proper know my bro got the chopper
Now he trying different codes like this nigga open lockers
All you niggaz gone fold when you talking to your honor
Got the jury tryna vote like they voting for Obama

Gang ready for the beef where the drama
We down in the seats in the cut right behind ya
Meet that nigga in the streets at the of the stop sign
Den he said uh uh nigga said he had a glock9
Pop pop pop all you hear is shots ringing
That choppa like a Oprah it'll leave a nigga singing
Bullets hit like a bee and it'll leave a nigga stinging
Made that nigga say please but the bullets steaming
Aye One shot one glock one clip one top
Zoom zoom stop stop one scope no prop
Niggaz know how it is with the business
They shoots movie clips when they the main fuckin victim
On some stupid foolish shit now you niggaz in the system
Now they pointing all the hands at the nigga right with him