paroles de chanson Don't You Fold - Slatt Zy

You know, you got a problem wit' a nigga, don't chase it on media
Got a problem with a nigga we gon' leave it in the streets
Cold ass world so a nigga packin' heat,
Stay yo' ass on the porch 'cause the shit ain't
Sweet and your main not your main and that hoe gon' cheat
Conversations wit my bitch, told my bitch, "you better not fold"
12 pull me over, bitch,
You'd better hold this pole,
Happy ass nigga but I can carry my own load
Don't you fold, Don't you fold

Hell imma raise when I step in the
Booth, pop me a PERC give a young nigga boost
I be thinkin' wit my nine while a nigga on the loose,
Pumpfakin' with that stick, you better put that bitch to some use
Do they really love a nigga? Man,
A nigga can't tell, free 'em out, I got nigga's in cells
Brother hit my phone, locked up, I'm makin bail
Most of nigga's are dead or in jail
Cruisin' exotic, say she lovin' me she lovin' my wallet
Can't run from these bullets you bound to get
Spotted and sugar like salt, how I know that you solid?
They act like they love you then leave, it's like magic
Dont claim you got opps when that pistol not clappin'
I came a long way in the floor making palettes
The home of the date if you sendin' the addy
Got a problem wit' a nigga we gon' leave it in the streets
Cold ass world so a nigga packin' heat,
Stay yo' ass on the porch 'cause the shit ain't
Sweet and your main not your main and that hoe gon' cheat
Conversations wit' my bitch,
Told my bitch, "bitch you better not fold"
12 pull me over, bitch, you'd better hold this pole,
Happy ass nigga but I can carry my
Own load and I'm really from the hood
Got me throwin' up them Fours
Don't you fold, Don't you fold

Most of these bitches be kissin' and tellin'
Chopper start shoutin' like, "why is they yellin'?!"
Comin' to get you, don't care if you not ready
He say he want smoke then we light up the city, growin' apart,
Try to aim for the stars,
Know this bitch foreign she gon' fuck in the car
Damaged ass heart man a nigga so scared
Poppin' these bars won't remember tomorrow
Catch me an Opp, imma shot in his face,
She swallow kids that's the bitch ass taste and
I'm short on my breath, so no, bitch I can't chase
Everybody so street till we shoot up yo' place, go on a drill,
Get a kill wit no pill, hollows, can duck 'em,
Get knocked out that field,
Know I'm so anxious legs go on a drill,
You down on your dick you gon' see who all real
Got a problem wit' a nigga we gon' leave it in the streets,
Cold ass war so a nigga packin' heat,
Stay yo' ass on the porch ' cause the shit ain't
Sweet and your main not your main and that hoe gon' cheat
Conversations with my bitch,
Told my bitch, " bitch you better now fold"
12 pull me over, bitch, you'd better hold this pole,
Happy ass nigga but I can't carry my own load and I'm really from the
Hood, (got me throwin' up them Fours)
Finally got you throwin' up them Fours!!!!!!!
SlaTT zY 904
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