paroles de chanson Pissy - Swerv

Bought a new Range Rover
It's raining ones need a rain coat
Head fye so I call her wisdom
Buss it open like a stripper
Prada expensive furs
Gucci on her purse
Last nigga may have been a bitch
Played them games so I fucked on his bitch
She wanna argue tell her get a grip
Ain't part of the gang
Might as well dip
Broke nigga be having no drip
I took his bitch now he turned to a simp
Pockets got fat so I walk with a limp
Beat from the back on that bun keep a grip
Money real long like my name uncle Phil
Give us the loot
They know the deal

For my twin I send bullets
I don't play for the bills
Make me a fuck nigga scream holy field
Drip was expensive I paid a great deal
Boy you ain't sipping no drank where the seal
That boy been a bitch
True colors reveal
To the bitch
I'm Superman man of steel
Keep on my jewelry I'm feeling a chill
Tweaked out lil ho started popping them pills
I do not really be fucking with pills
Smoke me a blunt and let god take the wheel
She wanna be Jada but I am not Will
Toting on glocks we call it real steel
Gang we ain't hungry we get every meal
Smoking that green it came in a zip
I get real high so I ain't feeling shit

Fuck time to time
She ain't a mistress
Play if he want that boy swim with the fishes
Times we used to post up in them trenches
Now I walk in real clean like I just did the dishes
Three-Five in my wood I ain't smoking no clip
Smelled strong in that bitch so I sat by the vent
Camp out and stalk em we call it a tent
Put him in the sky now that boy is a blimp

We keep drip
Fresh imma pimp
Put him in the sky
That boy is a blimp
She like to argue
Told that hoe get a grip
Gang going up
We on the map
That be my twin
So I got his back
Not one of us you ain't getting no dap
Gang we want foreigns
So fuck a hellcat
Five percent whip and it be black
My twin got aim
Real good at bat

Bad bitch walk in the party
Swerv off the drugs so let's gone get it started
She call me playboy but I am not Carti
Swerv in her pants by the end of the party
Icy you know I stay with diamonds on me
Back up lil nigga you is not my homie
Sweet like some candy I call him a Trolli
Ride on the dick but she is not a pony
Painted her face but swerv is no artist
Drip is exclusive we know who the hardest
I'm Chick Fil A and that lil nigga Arby's
Fucking with me that boy gone need a army
If we was hooping we know he can't guard me
Fuck on his bitch now she call me her hubby

He got away man that boy is so lucky
Gone finish the job you know we get griddy
I'm not lil baby but suck on her titty
Get rich or die trying but I am not fifty
Swerv make her wet so her pants they real slippery
Killing the pussy I'm having no sympathy
Text on my phone let her tell it she miss me
But fuck you lil hoe I bossed up now you pissy