paroles de chanson Cah Counter - Yung Baller

Rocking ape don't take a bath
Rocking Prada don't gotta laugh
In line bitch you was last
Now I got a money counter
Bitch stay up on this counter
Bitch you is a Debbie Downer
Stinky nigga take a shower
Now they're sending me my flowers
Cause I'm rapping on this bitch
And i'm as tall as the Eiffel Tower
Bitch you is last, bitch you ain't got no cash
Bitch I'm on yo ass, bitch yo ass is grass, bitch
Bitch its getting sunny out
And your bitch ain't got no clout
And your songs are in a drought
Don't come to me for no handouts
I lay back for the haters, lay back on the haters
Save some for later, in 8th grade i was a skater
I didn't know what i did, but i was trying to fit in
That did not work so the Rari i skirt
Leaving prints in the dirt
Leaving Prince in Minnesota (Skrrt)
She know I'm a high-value male
Gold diggers get out my face i prevail
Chicago legend in the making, i won't tell
Back In This bitch, count the stacks cause I'm rich
I ain't going to attack would you switch
Better back when you snitch
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

Rocking ape, but i don't take a bath
Last time i ate, it was at 8
Got a hot plate, free with no rebate
Don't hesitate, bitch you lightweight
Raise your blood rate, make you pulsate
Back in the day wash up in the sink
Now got a Cuban Link
Go back to that same sink
No I didn't stutter or blink
In Minnesota get real cold, get a coat straight from mink
Uh
Pack in the, uh
Pack in the bitch
Pack in bitch, pack in the mail
Pack in gone, packing the shit
Pack and it gone, pack in the mail
Pack and it gone, packing that shit
Packing, packing, packing
Packing in the bitch, pack and its gone
Packing again, packing yo phone
Leaving the throne
Leaving yo home
Leaving the town safe and sound
Paying the rent, bitch you is broke
Bitch you got a dent up in your phone
And your wallet, don't know what to call it

Yung Balla don't got the answer
Don't come to him even if you're a dancer (Dancer)
Not here to save the day Black Panther (R.I.P)
You made a dent in the world at least
So we praise you let's have a feast
Pack in the mail, pack and the gone
Pack in the, uh
Packing yo bit
Packing the dome
Packing the dome
She gone leave with no dome
Pick up the phone
Baby, pick up the phone
Let's go to Rome, leave you alone
Ice crystals is cold stone
I need a baddie bitch like Riri
Riri, riri
Need a baddie bitch from Togo
Stripes over checks, that is a no-go
Fake nigga, that is tofu
Uncultured bitch never had soul food
For the soul, for the soul, for the soul
For the soul, for the soul, for the soul
For the soul, for the soul
(Oh my god, Ronny)