paroles de chanson 1 Hitter (feat. VV$ Ken) - Tory Lanez , VV$ KEN
I
come
through
smellin′
like
sex
Ain't
no
tellin′,
I
flex
Fuck
that,
tell
'em
I'm
next
Bank
emailin′
my
checks
ShadeRoom,
tell
′em
I
flex
You
can
never
tell
I'm
stressed
Pack
out
the
mail
it′s
fresh
Back
out
on
bail,
I'm
blessed
I′m
an
original
shooter
If
you
try
to
boot
it
my
niggas
won't
fail
no
test
I
bought
a
hard
piece
She
wanna
fuck
on
these
Walmart
sheets
Told
her,
"Take
me
to
the
mall,
please"
This
dick
deservin′
the
Moncler
fleece
Brought
my
brand
new
bitch
a
Maltese
Upgrade
her
up
from
that
cromwell
piece
Shawty
she
say
that
she
love
me,
she
thuggin'
No
matter,
no
what
and
no
budget
She
ballin',
she
fuckin′,
I
got
it
regardless
She
finna
say
I′m
the
hardest
He
bet
not
play
at
the
party
I
make
my
way
to
his
shawty,
bop
She
like
the
way
that
I
walk,
she
say
that
I'm
gnarly
All
in
that
kitchen
I′m
cheffin',
I
just
done
brought
me
an
FN
Don′t
need
no
stepper,
I'm
steppin′
All
in
my
drawer
where
I
kept
it
He
thought
he
would
show
but
I
left
him
Ayy,
damn,
I'm
goin'
nuts
on
designer
None
of
my
cuts
are
from
China
Boy,
where
the
fuck
did
you
find
her?
Fresh
in
this
Dolce
Gabbana,
you′d
think
that
I
come
with
some
Prada
Hop
in
the
Mazzi,
ride
it
then
pop
out
like
tada
You
know
my
hoes
by
the
day
that
they
Prada
Bitch
I′m
a
day
to
day
shotta
I
go
do
the
race
like
I'm
Tay-K,
in
case
if
I
gotta,
ayy
She
say
I′m
way
too
conceited
I
pull
up
and
fuck
on
lil'
mama
and
beat
it
I
go
grab
another
lil′
bitch
and
repeat
it
She
wanted
to
suck
it
as
soon
as
we
meetin',
that′s
crazy
Just
went
and
bought
a
Mercedes,
I'm
pullin'
up
smooth
on
the
ladies
AMG
Benz,
it′s
the
latest
I
hit
it
like
Ali,
she
said
I′m
the
greatest
I
fucked
on
that
pussy
but
we
never
dated
(nah)
They
say
I
look
like
I
got
it
Gucci
all
down
to
the
wallet
I
know
they
play
'fore
they
call
it
Spinnin′,
I'm
dumpin′
I'm
shootin′
the
day
that
they
thought
it
(grrr)
I
used
to
swipe,
I'm
way
too
gangster
to
type
it
All
under
his
nose
when
I
wipe
it
She
under
my
nuts
when
she
chew
on
her
boyfriend
Keep
callin'
her
phone,
tryna
see
what
she
doin′,
he
lame
Ayy,
it′s
all
part
of
the
game
I'm
thuggin′,
you
know
how
I
came
I'ma
stay
true
to
the
game,
if
a
nigga
get
hot,
I′ma
put
out
a
flame
I
only
spend
bread
on
my
main
I'm
on
a
mission
to
kill
′em,
I
catch
'em,
with
lead
I'ma
fill
′em
I
know
that
he
dead
how
I
did
′em
They
told
'em
take
off
′fore
I
hit
'em
I
caught
him,
I
shot
him,
I
peel
him,
he
dead
(grrrr)
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