paroles de chanson Lullaby - Roney feat. FBG Duck

Niggas getting in he way of me balling on em
And they talking my name when the coppers got em
22's on my waist thats a pocket rocket
I ain't talking break dance when i pop and lock it
Ima need a duffle bag i retired from wallets
And i keep banana clips like the grocery market
Ima hop out the whip i don't need to park it
Ima send him to the sky like aladins carpet
See i was locked down had my mindy sharpened
I would open niggas up like a plastic sergeant
I got some pussy boys talking on my name I'm lurking
My brown boy keep the flame doing stains with turban's
Hoodie on with a trench
Tool on me not a rench
Turn your homie to a stench
Woods sick he needs meds
But that nigga bought a ladder instead
I trap where they wanted me dad
U cap like mitchell and ness lullaby rock a nigga to bed
Hoodie on with a trench
Tool on me not a rench
Turn your homie to a stench
Woods sick he needs meds
But that nigga bought a ladder instead
I trap where they wanted me dad
U cap like mitchell and ness lullaby rock a nigga to bed