paroles de chanson Lick - Slim Flock

Issa lick
Issa lick
Standing by the pay phone issa lick
Issa lick issa lick
I was running thru the city
Wit my main bitch
Traphouse gon stay lit
Droptop what I came in
Broke niggas acting famous
Round here a nigga famous
Issa lick issa lick
I was running thru the city
Wit my main bitch

Droptop no roof when I pull up
Nigga look at what I came in
Mama told me not to sell the work
But a nigga sold it just to make ends
Never use to love me now she wanna fuck me
Funny how they change when
They see a nigga getting money
Money coming in & niggas started hating
I took my jewelry out the safe
Niggas ain't playing safe
Four fif on the waist
I told my lawyer beat the case
I ain't in it for the fame
Locked up now I'm freed up
Now a nigga all up in the game
Everybody and they babies mamas mamas mama
Why you always sleeping on me
Run it up I got a band
Shawty wanna bag said she wanna be my only
Married to the money
But a nigga got a couple bad bitches feeling on me
Married to the money that's why yo bitch
Always tryna fuck on me
Dirty money dirty habits
Shorty fucking wit a savage
Ass fat I had to grab it
Young nigga livin lavish
Mask on bout to hit a lick wit my niggas
Pulling up in fashion
Whole squad wit the shits
So you know we laying niggas down tragic
Money on my mind
I ain't got no time
Don't be wasting mine yo bitch wanna slide
Yo bitch wanna ride
Yo bitch not a 5
Hit the road wit my squad & we outta site

Issa lick
Issa lick
Standing by the pay phone issa lick
Issa lick issa lick
I was running thru the city
Wit my main bitch
Traphouse gon stay lit
Droptop what I came in
Broke niggas acting famous
Round here a nigga famous
Issa lick issa lick
I was running thru the city
Wit my main bitch

Big body when I pull it in 4 doors
& You know my windows tinted
Hit the block on the avenue
All my old bitches pay attention
Gold teeth looking like a rollie
Fuck niggas acting like they know me
Steph Curry with the shot boy
Left hand flick like Ginobili
I'm running back to the money
I gotta get back to the money
All my bitches say they love me
All my bitches say they love me
Fuck niggas ain't real
Tell a nigga how you feel
Hitting licks on the road
Gotta get a bag never had a meal
My daddy kicked me out the crib
I had to call him on the phone like where you at
Pulling up outside in a new thang how you figure that
Killing summer 17
How you niggas really feel about that
Shawty said she finna roll wit a nigga
How you feel about that
Credit card getting maxed out
Run a flex now we getting cashed out
Hear the sirens on the main road
Back roads headed to the traphouse
Duffel bag full of money
Couldn't leave a single dollar in the trap house
Whole squad had to re up on the money new contract maxed out
Money on my mind
I ain't got no time
Don't be wasting mine yo bitch wanna slide
Yo bitch wanna ride
Yo bitch not a 5
Hit the road wit my squad & we outta site

Issa lick
Issa lick
Standing by the pay phone issa lick
Issa lick issa lick
I was running thru the city
Wit my main bitch
Traphouse gon stay lit
Droptop what I came in
Broke niggas acting famous
Round here a nigga famous
Issa lick issa lick
I was running thru the city
Wit my main bitch