Tilly - 9/10 Freestyle paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson 9/10 Freestyle - Tilly



A young nia back on the road
Just got a call from A1
And he say he up one
So my nia gone front me a load
I′m finna flip it, then count up my digits
Then give it right back to him, that be my bro
And this is not my first lap around the park
I do this sh*t so much, they think that I'm a pro
Keep that on the low dawg (Low dawg)
As far as 12 know, I′m a rookie
Ain't no way in hell them nias finna book me
I don't know who got the plug on the cookie
Not finna get me on paper and dropping no names
What the fk do I look like, Tekashi?
I got your baby mama at the crib and
She wax on and wax off like Mr. Miyagi
Tilly got black belts, like it′s karate
I′m fking a Spanish bih, calling me papi
Y'all nias wack, y′all raps is all copied
I promise to God, you nias will not stop me
This ain't overnight, swear I′m just trying to do it right
I'm a run up the stairs like I′m Rocky
Ain't no escalator, ain't no elevator
Ain′t no way in hell the label finna drop me
Why you think I′m finna go independent?
I got the key to life, it's like my pendant
I got the prayer below, and the cuban above
Ain′t no diamonds, but my shit be jiggin'
I swear to God, the only reason I live in Michigan
Is for these mother fkin′ children
Ain't even mine, I′m talking bout my niece and my nephews
But I'm finna grind so they get it
Sh*t could be easier if I up and move back to Arizona, or move back to Texas
But thank God for social media, that way all my people can see how I wreck sh*t
I got key to life, it's on my necklace
And I already told you about it
You keep on talking, I′m making one call to my nias
They finna come run for your wallet
I mean they kick in the door to your crib
They finna clean out everywhere you live
Give me the xbox, give me the television
Give me all of your clothes and your kicks
I′m finna sell it, no I'm finna keep it
No I′m finna sell it, sh*t is what it is
I got a couple of homies that need them some clothes
So my nias gone get them some 'fits
Aye to be real, I ain′t hit a lick in a long time
I just had to say that sh*t for the one time
Have my nias air you out like the gun line
Brrrah Bah Bah! Like it's drumline
Nick Cannon with the stick nia
I′m a pull up on your bitch nia
I might whip through your hood
And pull up on your clique nia
Ask you nias what it is nia
(Hold on, bring it back)
Young nia straight out the Tone
Don't need no pens for my verses
You know how I'm working
I′m spitting this sh*t off the dome
I heard that these nias talking
Say they wanna off me, you pull up, believe that it′s on
You know I'm a stoner, you nias still talking
I smoke you, don′t care if it's blunt or the bong
My nia, I′m gone
Tilly, I'm not with the fkery dawg
I pull up, you know I got metal on me
And it′s shining, gutting you like cutlery dawg
I be the butler, you pull up on me, trying to serve me
You think you can fk with me dawg?
You think you can fk with me dawg?
This nia got to be fooling
I use to carry the beam, now I call up my team
Cause a young nia steady be cooling
I'm on the couch with your bih, and my dk on her lips
Man you know that lil shawty be drooling
I ain't even tripping, you know I like when it′s sloppy
That show me, she know how to do it
Shawty say she gone top me at the top of the class
I guess she real good with medulla
She probably a tutor, how she on the books
Shawty say she gone suck me off my looks
Shawty say she gone fk me off my looks
Shawty say I′m a vet, no I'm a rook
Watch how I dive in your guts, and I′m fkin' you up
Now you standing naked while you cook
Knock at the door, bang it up, what the fk
Oh it′s 12, I go hide my shit off in the nooks
Man I mean the crannies
I had to hide all the xannys, the mary, the weed, and the coke
I got these bihes, talking that sh*t at the crib, and she know that finna come choke
Say that she trying to get smoked out
Say bitch you don't know what that smoke about
Bih you better pay up, if you ain′t paying up
Then you better come on, put your throat out
Put your throat on the head girl
I'm a put you in the bed girl
Beat that puy 'til it′s dead girl
Beat that puy in the red girl
I′m in the green
I be smoking, off the lean
I be willing with my team
I be living out my dream
Fuing bihes on the scene
Y'all already know what I mean
I be the coolest nia out of Texas
The mic, I be wrecking
The ankh on my necklace
Got cuban on top of it
Know I be killing sh*t like I be Popovich
Know I be pulling up when y′all be popping sh*t
Nias don't know how they watching sh*t
Y′all be looking like some mother fkin opps and sh*t



Writer(s): Terrance Thomas


Tilly - 9/10 Freestyle
Album 9/10 Freestyle
date de sortie
28-06-2019




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