paroles de chanson Supafast - YRN Lingo

Lingo

I just want your biddy for neck
Gettin' money, I don't want a text
Had to keep my foot on these nigga's necks
Finessing the game, I learned from the best
Got all this money, I don't gotta stress
Is you real or fake, put you to the test
Never leave the house without my bulletproof vest
X marks the spot, put it right in his chest
Cellphone ringing in the back
Must be that nigga with a bag
These niggas goin' out sad
Really really really sad
Pop a nigga like a price tag
Dig in my hand, all up in that bag
These blue hundreds is the reason I sag
Hop in that Lam', I go super fast

I'm the topic, nigga you know you can't stop it
You mad 'cause you cannot stop it
Pocket filled up with that cottage cheese
Bitches beggin' please, they'll do anything for that cheese
My niggas strapped up to the T
You a hatin' ass nigga, your pockets on E
You say you want to live like me, but that gon' cost a fee
Lingo Mufasa, always keep the cheese
Chopper sounding like an 808 beat
I got an A and a B
Niggas so dirty they'll cross out C
Bring your bitch over, I gave her the D
When I give her the downers it's all that she eat
These niggas get so mad
What you want nigga, I already had
These ngigas and bitches they salty
Man I'm exhausted, 'cause I'm bringin' in a bag
After I get done with her
She textin' my phone, asking do I miss her
Hundred dollar bills I go through like tissues
Got a hundred rounds so what's the issue
Hundred round, let it spray
Fuck nigga talkin' 'bout, do you wanna play?
One false move, it gon' eat up his face
Don't want a problem nigga, move out the way
Go get the tools, we gon' break in the safe
I don't speak on that much, I don't got much to say
When I come to your town your bitch go where I lay
Nawfside nigga, that's where I stay
I gotta get me a sack, these niggas ain't sippin' on Act
Tryna run off with it, two in your back
Money real long, it could stretch my back
Twenty, fifteen hundreds, hundred round drum drummin'
Young nigga always in somethin', Lingo Mufasa they bumpin'
Hundred round drum sound like King Kong dumpin'
I just want your biddy for neck
Gettin' money, I don't want a text
Had to keep my foot on these nigga's necks
Finessing the game, I learned from the best
Got all this money, I don't gotta stress
Is you real or fake, put you to the test
Never leave the house without my bulletproof vest
X marks the spot, put it right in his chest
Cellphone ringing in the back
Must be that nigga with a bag
These niggas goin' out sad
Really really really sad
Pop a nigga like a price tag
Dig in my hand, all up in that bag