paroles de chanson PUNCHLINES - Zoey

I mean, I don't even know why y'all bitches still go to the studio
You can't rap, you can't rhyme, it's giving a waste of time
Where's the punchlines?
Where's the bars?
Zoey

Bratatatata, tatatata
Bitches just be talking all that blah blah blah blah
If I hit up all my shooters, they go ratatatata
I be acting like a Barbie, be like lalalalala

I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt
Bitches is my daughters, yeah these bitches is some runts
Head bitch in charge, I'm the captain, but it ain't no crunch
All these n on my line, yeah these n wanna hunch
Gaining weight day to day, eating rappers like they lunch
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe be the baddest in the bunch
Bitches wanna be my doubles, yeah they really wanna stunt
Really pretty, really fruity, but this ain't no fucking punch
Lines, read between the line

She not pretty, she a penny, and I'm still a dime
I be busy, I'm too busy, don't be playing with my time
5 Star dinner, eating garlic ribeye with some thyme
Yes he comment on my music, say he like the way I rhyme
Deadin' bitches all the time, should be locked up for the crime
Bitches is some fucking clowns, but ain't talking like some mimes
It ain't V-day, but he begging can he still be mine

They copy my design
Like some wine, a bitch is fine
My face card, it don't decline
Tell 'em quit, tell 'em resign
Always in, ain't talking chime
Bitches sour like some lime
26, I'm in my prime
At the top, I had to climb

Fall!
I'm Chris Paul with the ball
Bitches following my rules, that's proper protocol
Impact hitting bitches hard, like a hole in a wall
Yeah these bitches really under me, cause I'm overall
Them, them, them
If he wanna get with Zoey, then that n gotta spend
If he wanna get with Zoey, then he gotta match my zen
If he wanna get with Zoey, then he gotta be a Ken
He like the way I glow, compliments to Fenty Skin
And my teeth shine like some diamonds, they hit harder than a gem
I don't do the mixxy crowds, I don't do the blending in
If that shit it ain't working out, better find a better gym

Sin, sincere
Guess these bitches really scary, cause I seem to be they fear
Bitch I'm flyer then a leer, it get wetter than a peer
I come, they disappear, it's so sad, shed a tear
Hit the club, pretty gear
Hit the bar, grab a beer
Bitches always in the rear, they can't see me like a deer, headlights

Tread light
Bitch you dead wrong, and a bitch is dead right
Bitch I been hot since your laptop had Skype
Lemme call Saweetie, cause he just my type
That's my type, n that's my type
Always give him good head, nah these teeth don't bite