paroles de chanson STS (feat. Strick) - Young Thug , Young Stoner Life Records , Strick

Hu-h-h-h-h; hu-hu-hu-hu
Hu-h-h-h

Supa, aha
Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' rollie

You roll, oh holy, I fuck around and roll
I'm on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like cockroach

Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the forty-four
Hopscotching the thot, thot
I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Steady chasing the check, turned the bank into nest
Cuban link 'round my neck taking a bird bath
Cartier bracelet got pointers and the Audemar to match
If they talking 'bout my game, they speaking all cash

New prep everyday, I can see they envy and mad
I done fucked around and got in my bag (my bag)
I done stayed down and got me a bag
Got calculators still doing maths

Gotta add up n' tell me and tell
Rockstar, showing up with them bands
I just jumped off a jet to a sprinter (yeah, yeah)
I got Brazillians making me dinner

Took a loss and it made me a winner
Wearing Monclear, it ain't even winter
And the wind got the clouds in the ceiling
Add the money up, subtract the feeling

They say slatt when we walk in the building
I can't save her if she going with the fishes
Copped a new gun to switch up my mission
Slime shit, I ran up the digits

Count it with no intermission
Her best friend done gave me the dishin'
I mixed up the sherbet and cookie (yeah)
Off the top, roll with a groupie

Have a menage when I land, ah
Today I did Dior and Gucci
My Off-White was lookin' like danger
Three white bitches, I'm a clansmen

Kendra, Khloe and Keira
Came out the gutter, I made it, yeah
Wallstreet moeny, like Madoff
Yeah, ahah, all that hating ain't phase us

Left to bank like phase on
Still ain't taking no days off

Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' rollie
You roll and holy, I fuck around and roll

I'm on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the forty-four

Hopscotching the thot, thot
I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Icy (mtchew) you feel it in her tits (two)
Money, money, callin in, when I answer phone like, what it do
I keep her wet
Caught a pound or two

Big Ballencies
Yeah, that's what the money do
Yeah, she swear to god that she love me
I was just pouring out the bubbly

I was filling up drinks with this muddy
Draco with me, it ain't about my money
Got a drill and they on me
We got and get some Naomis

My house a exhibit, it's deem
I was rocking some Off-White Timbs
Let's go!

Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' rollie
You roll and holy, I fuck around and roll

I'm on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like cockaroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the forty-four

Hopscotching the thot, thot
I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

I'm on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador

Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the forty-four
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah