paroles de chanson Fortune Teller - SaucyKing

Back in twelfth grade lil bitch tried to stop me
Touched down in LA lil bitch in Amiri
I ain't holding no grudge but her nigga so scary
Fifty on yo head with a mask Jim Carey

Balenziaga shades just blessed the little cuzzy
I ain't trusting no birds but I punch with da scamily
Niggas some hoes know they bleed like Carrie
Free all my niggas might burn a penitentiary
Saying no names but my niggas so shiesty
Might run up in his place and punch for all his Gucci
I don't want no switch blades but I'll give a buck fifty
One of one nigga know my ma say I'm risky
Method still good might bless in some Fendi
Know his bitch miss me bad I could hit on the daily
Break her back end now she run me sum Benni's
Bitch if you broke don't you dare come near me

Back in twelfth grade lil bitch tried to stop me
Touched down in LA lil bitch in Amiri
I ain't holding no grudge but her nigga so scary
Fifty on yo head with a mask Jim Carey

Loading up the clips and it sing like Whitney
Ima break a nigga down ima Idol no Billy
Don't want no lil gun everything got a titty
Thicc lil bitch know his bitch reminisce me
Hit her two times know my ex still miss me
Ima fuck on her friends and they step in some Louis
Know these niggas still mad and they not near my city
Hit a few times not worried bout a groupie
Free the big cuzzy damn them pigs so petty
We was just going up hold it down for the family
Niggas get out we gon' turn up the city
Put it on god and the wrist like a city

Back in twelfth grade lil bitch tried to stop me
Touched down in LA lil bitch in Amiri
I ain't holding no grudge but her nigga so scary
Fifty on yo head with a mask Jim Carey

Been eating good upped niggas like fifty
I ain't hearing no words if this bitch still messy
Two twenty threes we ain't fighting his homie
What's up in the cup that shit it'll fuck up yo kidney
Thirty blue tips no vest only headies I been working OT
So I tax a pretty penny I ain't punching for free these
Hands need a Grammy, first lil scam
had bitches so salty

Back in twelfth grade lil bitch tried to stop me
Touched down in LA lil bitch in Amiri
I ain't holding no grudge but her nigga so scary
Fifty on yo head with a mask Jim Carey

Running up my pape but that's a old story
If the team on my back shii RIP Kobe
I ain't toting standard clips that bitch gotta a pony
Man of my word nah neva could hold me