paroles de chanson Give Me Back My Heart (Freestyle) - Reezy Givenchy

Listen up lil bitch I'm a shot caller
Bow bow bow bow I'm the shot starter
Niggaz recognize when they see me I'm the top baller
Bitch just gave me head think I got smarter
Ion wanna hear that shit nigga kill that noise
Nigga talking with the blanket call his ass pillow boy
I can lose my job any day bitch I'm still employed
Damn homie broke I just caught his ass stealing coins

Either stay broke nigga or try to go and get some pape
Try to take some of mine it get you smoked like a vape
Leave the scene full of blood tell 'em bring the yellow tape
Nigga saying he a saint for these hoes get a cape
Woah on my way to the top ima pace slow
Ima stack all the guap like a Lego
Ima do it for the cheese and the peso
Nigga talking down Kari hit em with the Draco

Only had 1 night I don't need another one
Already got a lil peace time to give me brother some
Not no crumbs from my bread bitch I get the whole slice
Ian talking about no lead bitch you get the whole pipe
Alright first conversation get the pussy on sight
I'm Jumping out the gym bitch I ball like mike
When it's time to touchdown I'm in the pussy like hike
This Bitch knowing that she straight but she tryna be a dyke
I'm tell you how this thing gonna go
You can meet me outside while the whip sitting low
We can do it on the couch or we can do it or the floor
We can take this to the top but we'll never take it low
Still the same ol nigga That ya bitch gon go for
Last bitch lied had me burning like a blow torch
Bitch gave me head in her whip now her throat sore
Brody Got a runny nose like the nigga coke snort

Moonlight nigga all I see is moonlight
Shawty saying I can nut cuz she got her tubes tight
Remember days staying up late on them school nights
Beat the pussy till I drown tell 'em it's a pool fight
When I tell her ima eat it I ain't tryna take a bite
Ima lick it till I stick bitch I'm tryna take your life
Nigga tried to stab my back he ain't even use the knife
Nigga words all cap you ain't even gotta type

You ain't gotta point him out I can tell by the spirit
Nigga screaming in his body funny thing I can hear it
Wasn't feeling Ice Spice but his bitch felt my lyrics
When her nigga leave the room she repeat them like a parrot
Amazon give me checks I be fancy dancing
I be plotting on the bitches in the fancy mansion
I can really take his bitch he ain't paying attention
Got the Glock with the switch can't for the extension

I don't got cash app bitch sent it Apple Pay
Front him work last week told him pay me Saturday
Told him bring the shit back or he getting stabbed today
He ain't get his bitch back yeah she getting clapped today
When I pull up in the whip Niggaz know I'm a boss
I don't gotta say shit but you can tell when I talk
You can tell when I walk you can tell that I get it
Freestyle off the top from the start to the finish bitch