paroles de chanson All Black - Z.L.

All black, all black, all black darkness
All black, all black, all black darkness
Matte black, Maybach, gonna park this (Skrrt)
You don't wanna start this, baby, I'm heartless
Windows 5%, you can still see them shinin'
When I say I'm grindin', baby, I'm not lyin
If that boy want some smoke, put him in the pan, we fryin
If her body is some clothing, yeah, she Gucci cause she high end

Made her mine and she stay (Yeah)
And you mad, you just a play (Yeah)
Prolly left you cause you lame (Yeah)
On a PJ, fuck a public plane
Hit these bitches like 1, 2, back to back, back to back
Hit this bitch like 3, 4, cause her ass was fat, ass was fat
Call up jet like bro, come and look at that, look at that
All you hear is smack, smack, you know I had to clap
Call up the plumber, my neck is drippin (Yeah)
Call up the plug, I'm back to sippin (I'm Back to Sippin')
Call up McDonald's, you burger flippin (You Burger Flippin')
Finna smack you if I ever catch you lippin
Yeah, I knew your ass was scared since you always end up dippin
Yeah, you know that boy a rat, prolly finna snitch in prison (Cheese)
Stackin' all my chips, high like that shit is Frito-Lay
Yeah, that bitch a hoe up on the streets, yeah, that bitch is free to play (Free to play)

All black, all black, all black darkness
All black, all black, all black darkness
Matte black, Maybach, gonna park this (Skrrt)
You don't wanna start this, baby, I'm heartless
Windows 5%, you can still see them shinin'
When I say I'm grindin', baby, I'm not lyin
If that boy want some smoke, put him in the pan, we fryin
If her body is some clothing, yeah, she Gucci cause she high end