paroles de chanson Seasoning - Salma Slims

It's been too easy, huh (uh huh)
They cannot see me, huh (they can't)
You wanna eat me, huh (Yeah)
Lil' bit greedy, huh (mmm)
One eighty on the dash (woop, skrrt skrrt)
Lil' nigga speeding, huh (I need, I need)
Big bag only thing I'm needing, huh
(Yeah) yeah (woo), I'm bad,
Mike Jack' wanna beat it, huh (Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it)
Head game so good never leaving,
Huh (Leaving, leaving, leaving, leaving)
Damn, wait
My flow change like seasons, huh
This that sauce that seasoning, huh
Do the whole rap game breezy, huh, yeah (ha ha)
I'm in New Orleans like I'm Weezy now
Met a fine nigga at the Mardi Gras
Want let him fuck, he wanna beat it down
You-you ain't gotta ask who run the town
Bag after bag, yeah I run 'em down
Came too quick, like a hunnid rounds
Put it on call when they want the sound
Pool full of sharks, swim or drown
Name ring bells shit world renown
Money come fast, shit urgent now
Cut-cut a bitch off like surgeon now
Tell 'em don't take it too personal
Might take a quick trip to the Virgin Islands
They don't get bread like loaf (like loaf)
'Lotta hot bread that's toast (toast)
I'm in the back of the boat (boat)
Bitch on my dick, he wanna suck
I'm in the back of the boat (woo)
Off-white tag on the coat (it is)
All of this drip on the float (yeah)
All of these niggas they broke (they is)
Goyard tote
You know I be on the go
State after state I'm afloat (float)
I gotta stay on my toes
When it's done, when I come down
They gon' say she was the GOAT (GOAT)
Did this shit once, did it again
Fuck it might do it some more (yeah yeah)
I put the ice in the slope (yeah)
I took a different approach (yeah)
(Woah, hol' up)
Double the dose
I do this shit for my bros
I do this shit for the days I workin' at Lowe's
That shit was pushin' me close
Yeah, now I pull up and I hop in the Rolls
Head to the of the floor
Penthouse suite, views be lookin' unique
You gotta see what I'm on
Might take a hit from the bong
Bitch I get lit while I'm gone
Bitin' my style, man, niggas is clones
They just can't leave it alone
I'm in the house like Jerome
I'm in the house like Jerome (for real)
Might put life in a song
I put my life in a song (yeah) (go)
Bad lil' bih get turned on
Walk up in the spot and it's turned on
Big bags, all the gas, all the burn on
Got cash, no cap, that's turn on
When you do it like that it's turn on
Throw that ass back, turn on
Drippin' like wet, turn on
Run up a set, hmm
It's been too easy, huh (uh huh)
They cannot see me, huh (they can't)
You wanna eat me, huh (Yeah)
Lil' bit greedy, huh (mmm)
One eighty on the dash (woop, skrrt skrrt)
Lil' nigga speeding, huh (I need, I need)
Big bag only thing I'm needing, huh
(Yeah) yeah (woo), I'm bad,
Mike Jack' wanna beat it, huh (Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it)
Head game so good never leaving,
Huh (Leaving, leaving, leaving, leaving)
Damn, wait
My flow change like seasons, huh
This that sauce that seasoning, huh
Do the whole rap game breezy, huh, yeah
(Uh huh)