paroles de chanson Bootleggers - YGTUT

Yeah, ugh, nigga
Re- all damn, I forgot, I forgot the word nigga
Hold on, go back nigga (Don′t play with me cuz)
HEY, HEY, HEY!

Brainstorm, I'm about to go airborne
You lookin′ at a guy rare form
The shit I'm spittin' I should probably get the chair for
Hold up, hold up, wait
I′m feeling like I′m Master P, I got the master key
I pull up to the master suite, this life was meant for me
[?] while I'm eatin′ mac and cheese
A model snackin' on my dick is zero calories
I was a thieving ass finesser in my past life
Where I′m from that's like my cities favorite past time
Stickin′ to the cash flow, now I'm back on them hoes
The way it came back, would think I sold crack to them hoes
You spendin' money like it′s going out of style (Nigga)
I could tell you never had shit, you be actin′ like a child
Hear these rappers, I just laugh and crack a smile (Crack a smile)
All that ice you rockin' got you watered down (You watered down)
I swear the game ain′t been the same since Pimp C went home
Y'all just some old ass rappers fuckin′ young ass hoes
But never mind, I'ma leave that thing alone (Hey)
Just keep it real and let the fakers get exposed (Hey, yeah)

They don′t want it, they ain't ready for me
They don't want it, hell nah, they ain′t ready for me
They don′t want it, they ain't ready for me
They don′t want it, hell nah, they ain't ready for me
You need the real, not the bootleggers
I mean for real, damn, you could do better
You need the real, not the bootleggers
I mean for real, you could do better

Hope you recognize a fraud when you see one
Flexin′, tryna put on a facade for the camera
Guess your occupation is perpetuating for a dollar
Must be hard providing for your kids and baby mama
I'm the golden child, I keep it polished never tarnished
Bitch, I got that flavor, J. J. Fad, that Supersonic (Supersonic)
Confident in who I am so I don′t fairy tale (Hey, hey)
My life in this music, do you see the parallels? (Nigga)
You look mad suspicious, I know you got bad intentions
Tryna straddle fences, nigga, you gon' split your bridges
Tried to tell 'em keep it solid, niggas never listen
All because we stayed the same when all y′all tried to switch it
Money on the way followed by a train of bitches
Layin′ in my bed at night, I'm havin′ visions
Went to sleep and had a dream about a Mercedes G-Wagon
Pulled up to a mansion, diamonds shinin' so fluorescent

They don′t want it, they ain't ready for me
They don′t want it, hell nah, they ain't ready for me
They don't want it, they ain′t ready for me
They don′t want it, hell nah, they ain't ready for me
You need the real, not the bootleggers
I mean for real, damn, you could do better
You need the real, not the bootleggers
I mean for real, you could do better