paroles de chanson 3 Weeks - Synakil

I never cared what a fuck nigga sayin' cause I'm doin better don't fuck up my temper
Watching the way that I'm ballin' and dunkin' on niggas the people must think I'm a center
I cannot trust any women these bitches be turkey they must've been born in November
Running shit know that I'm cold as a bitch with the BAPE on my back I'm not born in December

Swear to god niggas be trash as a bitch when they rappin like damn it go give him a muzzle
Why the fuck people keep bringing my name up say with yo chest why the fuck would you mumble
Fight me, brova gon' come out the cut we trapping him hitting that bitch wit a double
Lightning glocky gon sound like it's thunder I dump at the nigga I don't wanna scuffle

Might finish the nigga Liu Kang
I grew up in Gotham, Bruce Wayne
The way that I'm beating that bitch from the back have her running she looking like Usain
Chop sing Chris brown new flame
Think he got heart, he brave
That nigga be flexing im taking his money godamn it I got me a new chain

Niggas be talkin bout big body I don't want big bodies I wanna Honda huh?
Know that i grew up in Baltimore it come to rapping I think im the hardest yeah
Twinning Im twinning I twin with my bitch we looking like Joker and Harley huh?
Please do not call me no rapper don't call me no singer like bitch I'm an artist huh?

I just want all of my money I grind for my brovas damn shout out to Tay
Clown ass niggas I swear that they funny I count up my money n laugh to the bank
Crash out dummy she thinking I'm dumb that bitch tryna play and she lie to my face
3 weeks later I feel like the reaper get sent to Allah and I'm not losing faith

Gang Gang