paroles de chanson Exposing Me - TRENDY BOIIZ

There's a lotta talk on my name, nigga
Y'all niggas know what's goin' on
(Pray to, Pray to God) Look

I'm armed and dangerous (Dangerous)
Ain't no parkin' at the light, no, ain't no stainin' us (Never)
Can't trust a soul if you ain't gang
No, you can't hang with us (Fuck is you talking 'bout)
I came from nothing, I call Guap, he let it bang for us (Bang for us)
He let it, he let it (Brrt)
I'm 092, yeah, I'm Woo, let it bang out the coupe
I let it boom (Boom), let it shoot (Shoot)
Got them 22's in my shoes (Shoes)

Huh, that's on everything (That's a fact, nigga)
That's on everything (I'm Woo nigga)
That's on everything (Fuck is you talkin' bout?)

Uh, I'm SRK-K, GDK (K)
And I play (Play), up it to your face (Grrt)
And I gang bang (Bang) and we slay them thangs (Thangs)
Get away, dirty (dirty)
Get away, get away (Get the fuck out my face, nigga)
Why you talkin' like you wooin'? (Why you talkin'?)
Who you shootin'? (Who you shootin'?)
Who you foolin'? (Who you foolin'?)

Huh, that's on everything (That's on my mother, nigga)
That's on everything (Stop playin' with me)
That's on everything (Uh)

Kemo
I call Kemo, give you cancer (Uh-huh)
Stupid dizzy, you a dancer (Uh-huh)
Dummy got got by the Woos
He woulda got away if he pulled his pants up
I hold that boy for ransom (Grrt)
I pour a four in my Fanta
Is you with it or not? Nah (Nah)
Gun to his head, put your hands up
Nigga, gun to your head, do the cha-cha (Uh-huh)
While I'm fuckin' on your baba (Baba)
I order steak with my lobster (Lobster)
I turn your noodles to pasta (Pasta)

Huh, that's on everything
That's on everything
That's on everything (You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga)

Look, said I pull up to TD in i8 (i8)
If we all gettin' money then why hate? (Why you hating nigga?)
Smoove Hease the renty
That boy is too bent an' he about to go fuck up the crime rate (Uh)
I got .22's up in my coupe (Coupe)
Act up in a school, we pull up, we givin' the boot (Giving the boot)
Yeah, I'm big Flossy Woo (Woo)
No construction, but a nigga know I got the tool (Know that)
I'm never lackin', always pistol-packin', with them automatics
We gon' send him to heaven (We gon' send him to heaven Grrt)
Pull up, what's crackin' nigga? What you jackin'?
Found his body up on Channel 11 (Fuck that nigga Baow Baow Baow Baow)

Uh, that's on everything (That's on everything)
That's on everything (That's on my soul, nigga)
That's on everything (Huh)

Huh (Woo)
There's no exposin' me (Exposin' me)
I got hit, then you got hit
That's how it's s'pposed to be (s'pposed to be, Baow)
If I want you dead, then you dead, there's no controllin' me (Never)
Forty clip, thirty clip, fifty clip (fifty clip)
I got a whole lotta guns, nigga (Ohh shit!)
Pull up (Grrt), what's crackin'? (Crackin')
What's up? (What's up?) What happened? (What happened?)
No jokin' (Nah), no laughin' (Nah)
No talkin' (Nah, we scrappin' (Said we scrappin')

Uh, that's on everything (That's on everything)
That's on everything (That's on everything)
That's on everything (That's on everything)

Huh