paroles de chanson FRED FLINSTONEZ - SosMula

Bought my hoe Chanel, Chanel, designer, think she me
Bitch, I got my fire wanna die, come swing on me
Gangsta on the internet in person you a geek
In the presence of a gangsta real nervous when you speak
Took a vaca, yea, we heard he up in Greece
My shooters touchdown did 'em dirty on the beach

Bitch, I'm the Don Juan
Bad bitch, Hong Kong
Shoot 'em, now his arms gone
Sticks like LeBron's arm
Broad day with the pump out
If we see them chumps out
Niggas gettin' skunked out
My shooters love to jump out
Bitch, I'm at the brunch house
Packs getting crunched out
Fuck a bitch, ain't no bitches getting munched out

I got Fred Flinstones
I got red Benz chrome
Pull up with them twin clones
Clermont, Clermont
Crack ya fucking chin bone
Bullet in ya friends dome
This the fucking shit I'm on
Air it out, air it out

30 ball in my pocket
Muder ya, illuminati
Early morn', catch a body
Jersey shore getting toppy
Cooler kit
Point 'em out, who to hit?
Surround ya house with Ruger sticks
Money counter, stupid rich

Can't believe I'm too legit
Lamborghini Urus
Digging ditches, new to this
In ya bitches uterus
Bitch, I'm ballin', I make a purchase it ain't cheap
My whip is crawling, spider legs right on the Jeep
My stick a carbon, no gun license with this heat
We crack ya noggin, split yo' shit to the white meat

I got Fred Flinstones
I got red Benz chrome
Pull up with them twin clones
Clermont, Clermont
Crack ya fucking chin bone
Bullet in ya friends dome
This the fucking shit I'm on
Air it out, air it out

I got Fred Flinstones
I got red Benz chrome
Pull up with them twin clones
Clermont, Clermont
Crack ya fucking chin bone
Bullet in ya friends dome
This the fucking shit I'm on
Air it out, air it out