paroles de chanson pre - Young Tri$to

G minor
Who the fuck picks g minor
Woah
Gotta turn that shit all the way up
Turn my headphones up
Woah
Woah
Ooh
In the club

In the club movin so lowkey
Pourin up of that cup of pre
Powder all up in the air
Make it fall all in the air
Cookin up before I work
In the cup im sipping pre
Pour the powder it snow and bling
Off the add you feel my E
84's they still aint here
Waiting at the door im here
Waiting on my phone its clear
Seven hours before work
I made ten bands like why
I made ten mil like Walter white
I made ten bills like woah

I like the twins you can't tell apart
My neck and wrist be on Noah's ark
I burn this pack it smell like a fart
All on my own made it out the dark
Rocks still glowing in the dark
Racks stack aint fallin down
Be curving hoes like back to back to back if they ain't you

My last bitch had no drip
I had to cut her off
I said bitch come back when you got some sauce
Then maybe we can hit it off
Oh
Pearls aint white gold
Oh
Made it out my world
Oh
Up like where the snakes at
Where the cakes at
Wheres the hoes at
My hoes bad
My guap fat
This that go shit
Abracadabra my bitch is way badder
My neck and my wrist is on flatter
Woah