paroles de chanson Beef Bowl - Yarshow

Yuh, then we make a hit, I call chise, then we puff, then we make a hit

I call chise, then we puff, then we make a hit
Thought I told you that I cuffed, I don't want your bitch
Stole my sauce, stole my flow, you a walking bitch
Ole fat ass nerd, you a walking lick

I call Le, he call Los, then they come with stick
Mixing tabs with the lean got me feeling sick
Could've fucked your bitch last week, but I won't feeling it
Played your song for then boys but I don't think they feeling it
Not a single head nodding
Fucked your bitch she gave me neck, I call her head goblin
40 cal might hit your skull and leave your head throbbing
Mosh pit in the debts of hell call it dead mobbing

Diss me on that one song, finna up the score
Play with gang, don't fuck around we gon start a war
Started drama on a good day because I was board
Try to hit me on a bad day imma press ignore
Heard your mix tape, it was ass, it made me snore
Meet a white bitch that do cocaine, she gon snort
Pull up drop my kids off just like a stork
Wanna be me so bad, that boy he a dork
I would call your ass a pig but I know you don't fuck with pork
Playing that anime game like that shit a sport