paroles de chanson Shake Back - Rio Da Yung Og

(Mama, what you doin'? You cook up somethin'?)
Yeah
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, aight

Sixty months in the feds, I can take that
Soon as I came home, I had to taste Act'
I see you got a BBL, but can you shake that?
I'm petty, ask the gas station clerk for my change back (Yeah, this is wack)
Ask around, I got picked up in a Maybach
If Act' around twenty-five hunnid, I'll pay that
I been gone for three years and eight months, you tryna shake back
So if you really think shit sweet, where your cake at?
Where your dog shit?
I got petty, paid the drank man in all tens
Worked my way up, I had to crawl in
Spent so much at the Louis store, ain't had to call in
I do walk-ins
Can't believe this clip full with some baldheads
In 2018, we drunk all red
We ain't fuck with Akorn, that's what you call red?
Old AK-47 same size as Tall Tim
You wanna get some work done, you gotta call Will
We ain't do no funny camera tricks, bro, this all real
Yeah, I took a deal from EMPIRE, lil' small deal
Dropped it in the summer and I'll recoup 'fore the Fall end
Glock popper, scram scraper
White bitch kind of pale, go get a tan, baby
One-of-one Louis clothes made by hand, baby
I'm really finna do some crazy shit, nah, I ain't sayin' maybe
They gave us ninety for a show, we was only sayin' eighty
Bitch think I'm finna wear her merch 'cause her friend made it
Bitch, how you still broke? Who is your man, baby?
Right hand, one-twenty, left hand, eighty
Can't believe I hit this ratchet bitch and had a damn baby
Nigga, I ain't let the feds slow me down
I definitely ain't gon' let a bitch hold me down
Nigga, fuck this glass pint, I'll throw it down
I got a curfew, I can't really fuck, bae, blow me down
Have you ever got some head in the Maybach?
Nigga, I'll probably drop dead if they make Act'
You know a bitch ain't turnt no more, she say, "Take me back"
Ten thousand for a pint of Actavis, I paid that
My bitch bougie, she'll never eat no Shake Shack
I drunk Sosa whole eight, he said don't pay him back
Only thing I'm really worryin' 'bout is gettin' my weight back
I'm in the yellow school bus off a pink 10
Fifty thousand every two days and I'm on week ten
I'm mad as fuck, I gotta pee again
'Cause I just drank a whole pint durin' the weekend
And I don't want no regular Sprite, give me a Remix
My nigga ice somethin' out of town, that's some G shit
.308 bullets make trees split
Your breath stink, only talk when the weed lit
Just let a random nigga fuck my bitch, on my P shit
Bae, you know you got the best pussy if I skeet quick