paroles de chanson Accidents Happen - Tory Lanez , Lil Tjay
Baby
need
shoes
Mama
need
a
house,
going
through
racks
again
Baby
mama
bitching
'bout
another
bitch
and
I
got
the
racks
again
Caught
me
down
when
I
was
slipping,
But
I
promise
I'll
never
lack
again
My
shooter
trigger
finger
itchy,
nigga,
might
just
hit
ya
on
accident
Reload
the
strap
again
We
coming
back
again
Ya
double
crossed
on
a
nigga,
we
hit
em
and
it
ain't
by
accident
Throwing
new
racks
again
Blowing
through
stacks
again
Hella
new
plaques
again
Spitting
these
facts
again
Sipping
the
dirtiest
baby
The
shipment
come,
we
get
the
earliest,
baby
I'ma
spend
it,
I'm
courteous
baby,
The
1st
until
the
fucking
30th,
baby
It
ain't
a
place
a
nigga
can't
go
One
Umbrella,
that's
the
fucking
gang
though
Had
to
imprint
it
on
the
chain
though
Switching
different
whip
like
I'm
Django
I
done
came
up
from
the
sidewalk,
now
I
rap
nigga,
used
to
slang
dope
From
the
fist
fights
to
the
shootouts
In
the
parking
lot
and
now
it's
bank
roll
Was
a
broke
nigga,
now
I
came
up
I
don't
do
this
shit
to
entertain
ya
Can't
believe
I
even
got
this
famous
Yesterday
I
was
gripping
on
a
stainless
I
was
selling
dope
from
out
of
Popeyes
I
was
whipping
corner
counter
clockwise
Tryna
Porsche
with
the
frog
eyes
Selling
dope
a
nigga
should
be
top
5
Got
extended
clip
inside
a
Glock
9
It
was
never
times
I
forgot
mine
If
a
nigga
trippin',
turn
to
Columbine
Shooting
anybody
that
the
shots
find
Niggas
say
that
they
deserve
my
position
But
them
pussy
niggas,
they
did
not
grind
If
we
talking
about
the
shit
that
Separates
me
and
you,
nigga
it's
long
line
I
done
came
through,
Bentayga
Bentley
Never
thought
that
I'd
be
seeing
this
when
I
was
young
and
I
was
playing
Sega
Genesis
Pancake
seats
made
at
Denny's
That's
real
nigga
shit
We
don't
pay
bitch
nigga
debt
Bet
your
life
on
the
line
'Cause
we
don't
make
lil
nigga
bets,
nah
Look
at
all
this
dope
It
ain't
by
accident
Bitch
nigga
I'm
froze
It
ain't
on
accident
She
gon'
give
me
that
throat
It
ain't
on
accident
Fuck
nigga,
just
know
Throwing
more
racks
again
Blowing
through
stacks
again
Bitch
I
might
back
the
Benz
It
ain't
on
accident
Backing
that
back
again
I
fucked
up
my
stacks
again
Nigga
get
clapped
again
It
ain't
on
accident
Shitted
on
em,
so
I
know
they
mad
Cop
my
freezer
from
AZ
in
rolley
bag
Groupied
up,
we
don't
care
where
the
police
at
And
we
scoring,
fuck
boy,
where
your
homies
at?
Niggas
know
us,
we
'bout
it,
we
love
to
drill
Some
of
my
youngins
be
on
that,
they
love
the
field
And
we
pull
up
we
blasting
that
shit
for
real
Mama
said
"It's
for
nothing,
you
need
to
chill"
I'm
going
off,
still
on
that
gang
shit
But
I
told
you
I
ain't
lane
switch
I
catch
a
lick,
it
ain't
really
about
shit
We
gon'
spin
off
the
strip
and
just
change
whips
Ain't
no
security
with
me,
we
toting
like
50
That's
life
of
the
gangslit
But
fuck
it,
we
live
how
we
live
and
I
know
what
I
did
Plus
it's
too
late
to
change
shit
Ain't
no
fighting
that
Glock
We
arrange
shit
If
you
wanna
meet
death,
I'll
arrange
it
In
a
foreign,
I
pick
up
your
main
bitch
She
was
sucking
my
dick
and
I
came
quick
I
ain't
even
gon'
talk
on
the
opps
side
Y'all
can
say
what
you
want
but
do
not
slide
I
caught
him
slipping,
he
ran
into
Popeyes
Everybody
all
tough
'til
them
shots
fly
Gang
Look
at
all
this
dope
It
ain't
by
accident
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