paroles de chanson Bag Emoji - Sir Michael Rocks

Bi, bi, bi, bi, big ballin', big homie with them racks up
All you little niggas put a stack up, runnin' hot
You know how I do, when I slide through
I don't got no slack for you, I ain't going back
I can't get down on these hoes no more
Cause they always wanna' roll up my dough
Bitch, if you knew where I'm from
We got clips in the pump and got dicks in the (woah)
You don't wanna' smoke though
I'm gon saco my weight got the race yo
Them court cases make a nigga wild nervous
Beat the case and skate off in suburbans
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, yo
Lil' mama never asks, so she get everything
Don't listen to your friends tryna' get you nice things
You get none, nan, nunca, mami
Sit on, mama, no comma
I put fifty-five thou' in the Litecoin
Give it a year and it's jumpin' up like boing
I swear to God when I walk in South Side
They give make champagne glasses to sip
They serve me some shrimp and take me to the back
And give me discounts on all that shit
Flex me a guardee remember I used to keep grams in my baggies
I remember when I couldn't cop things, now I just hop on Ducatis
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, yuh