paroles de chanson
I'm
with
the
clique
We
in
the
whip
Throwing
out
bricks
Right
at
the
Ritz
Call
up
my
shoota
He
in
the
mix
He
throw
a
fit
You
gettin
hit
Brand
new
bullets
All
in
the
stick
You
are
not
street
You
looking
sick
You
are
a
poodle
I
am
a
pit
I'm
with
a
baddie
she
looking
like
Trish
She
too
nasty
don't
wanna
kiss
Can
not
be
loyal
So
I
need
to
fish
Brodie
you
don't
wanna
make
my
list
Gun
in
your
mouth
You
got
a
lisp
I
was
a
cool
little
boy
from
the
starter
Might
just
go
hang
with
dababy
in
Charlotte
Trust
me
I
don't
wanna
hang
with
your
shawty
Try
to
get
rush
and
you
getting
departed
It's
a
new
movie
when
I'm
in
the
party
I
got
Versace
Cologne
on
my
body
I'm
in
my
zone
baby
look
what
you
started
Drunk
off
the
henny
I'm
going
retarded
Swear
that
your
brothas
are
gonna
get
discarded
Rocking
this
Burberry
looking
like
I'm
Scottish
Getting
that
cheddar
getting
that
cottage
I'ma
be
richer
when
I
go
to
college
Ayooo
Sun
kiss
colored
mayback
when
I
hit
weshimer
I
take
a
bite
of
your
neck
viper
Makin
some
room
for
the
next
swiper
I
put
a
shock
through
your
body
blood
Lookin
like
sugar
glass
I
was
getting
poor
now
getting
rich
Sitting
in
the
inner
class
Talkin
like
a
millionaire
Ladies
coming
theres
a
billion
there
Throwing
Hennessy
all
up
in
the
air
Got
some
designer
that's
ready
to
wear
Made
out
of
frabic
that
is
lighter
than
theirs
Get
out
the
house
like
you
hidin
in
there
Rocking
the
coat
with
the
fur
like
a
bear
Think
I'm
the
worst
well
I
don't
really
care
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.