paroles de chanson Permission Slip - Slim, Ice Berg

It's gone be easy...
What's up slime

Mashed potato Raven that's the whip it's future dated
Way out like Tom Brady Jamaican bracelet on ankle
There it go right there. Face stuck should have known
It was paper you ain't been right since I put pointers...
On Miss Lady

Not jewelry more like demands...
A bulletin master plan. Two step it's all goody
I get love from hoods...
Not swag but these niggas out here take a bag
Not the dad but she treat me like my name pop
Another nigga making plays but see I'm on the dock

I'm on the k getting ate like a Snicker bar
Blue cheese on me
I'm on fire so is Chris Paul, shot
Don't do Masson I'm on Së and rum
Free hot till its backwards because its Jesus son

Thats Stiodore speak he say the last big one...
Put on my Brian Martin jeans when its about
Opposition
Instead we good vibes listening to this new edition
I, and the gang to be specific...
You see it started a palms now we over Pacifics
Me and Burnie Adro smoke a hundreds backies...
Then I text baby moms I gotta prep the smashy
Told your lil son you a dub he can tell his daddy
Of course I'm new wave but I still want to cop the caddy
Old, blue top, out stale gray...
How you women feel when shit out here don't go your way
Wish it could have been different too...
But still I make my moves
Just cause I ain't speaking to you don't mean I'm mad at you
Never jealous dog I'm really out here mad happy...
I got Kays double stuffed in a Glad baggy and I won't
Stop stacking till its taller than Shawn Bradley...
I'm a chick magnet, so I skipped Madden...
I ain't really into games I'm tryna make it happen