paroles de chanson Fire Water - Youngs Teflon

Close them windows,
Or i gotta drive with tints,
Cause i keep smoking indo,
Cant even trust these chicks,
Hoodrats stay giving out info,
So i just mind my biz,
But you know that i keep me a bimbo,
Trap with a sharp one like simbad,
Cause i rap on tracks but i sin though,
Them man dont even make good music,
But its mad how them boy just sing though,
Two packs up in the baando,
Cant go home until its bingo,
Remember i had cats from spain,
Them man used to call me gringo,
Niggas like me do road,
Your never gonna find me at home,
You can put them on an x-ray,
Your never gonna find no backbone,
I can sleep with the trees in the house,
But never did i bring my crack home,
Now my emails jumping,
Inbox coming like a trap phone,
You just been playing with sax,
You dont know nothing about saxo,
2 litre no tax, just style and pattern on a back road,
My girl shaped like a bottle of cola,
Got all types, that tropical rhythms,
Round here aint nothing but dingers, pipe, rackas, hate and dinners.
Everything i do just extra,
Inside all nectar,
These boots made by kanye,
These airmax made by skepta,
Lifestyle, mac 10's and diamonds,
Really dont see no pressure,
Stepped in here like a manakin,
Really didnt see no fresher,
I miss petrol with tin,
Im in a two seater with tings,
Scales and cling, now im at the roundtable with kings,
Niggas dont really wanna swing,
You dont wanna see trilly in the dings,
Thats nothing but load and ling, two tap and your headtop fling.