paroles de chanson Casino Love - Yung AK

Uh
Bitch I ride back, spin back
Spin back, get the bag
Get the bag

Ay bring it back to the time, when I met the bitch up in the telly
No casino nigga, could tell she was Petty
Acid trip bitch I'm getting ready
Yeah I took her to my room then That's that
Toxic for the girl, maybe I took it too Far
I'm smoking my joints, just so I could Feel the stars
Ay baby don't go to far, when I'm Tryna' make it up to you
With the cd playing, let's get to the Roll
Getting faded, all up in the basement
Don't give a fuck on what my plate is
As long as it's you, bitch I feel it
Give my life up for you
Playing faded on playstation, but was All of this for you

Love you back
Text me back
Bitch I'm rolling joints
And I hit the bag, love you back
Text me back, rolling joints but baby You gotta hit the bag
Gotta hit the bag, what?

Pull up with the bag, then I'm Bringing my flow
When a hippie bitch pulled up, she Said "I got flowers to blow"
Faded at the show
Oh lord
Oh no
Where the hoes go?
Where the hoes went?
Where did myself go?
Letting the pain smoke itself, go Away
Too many faces
Ay get out my place
Bitch I replace
Acid trip, no way
Faded rolling up (okay)
Leave a cut on a nigga with the blade, Yeah you bitch made
Yeah get on your knees and suck on This K
47 no 11, you wanna run it
Bitch bet it
Come and get it, ay come up to me
Don't pull out your Glock, ay come See me
Look in my eyes and see, and come And see