paroles de chanson Family Matters - cxpidn0ra

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If Drake shooters doin' TikToks, nigga
Realest shooter in your gang, that's P's brother
Y'all ain't getting shit shot, nigga
I can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto
Save it for a hip-hop nigga
You don't even be at home, dog
You a souvenir-out-the-gift-shop nigga
Still mad about that one ho, we ain't even fuck
I just lip-locked with her

I get active when it's wartime
I ain't even really let my dick drop, nigga
What the fuck I heard Rick drop, nigga?
Talkin' somethin' 'bout a nose job, nigga
Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy
And doctor never told y'all niggas
Put a nigga in the bars, let a nigga rot

Kind of like your old job, nigga
House sittin' on some land
But it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas
Bitches gotta drive two hours 'fore you pay 'em
Just to give a blowjob, nigga
Must've snorted up a snowball
'Cause my last record deal was 400 M's
These days, that's a low ball, nigga, ay

Who's next on the list?
Which one of my so-called niggas
Which one of my so-called niggas
Which one of my so-called niggas
Need a shell from the clip?
Always knew I had to smoke y'all niggas

Good kid, m.A.A.d city van
We'll pop the latch and let the door slide
Tears runnin' down my cheek
Laughin' at you pussies dyin', it's a war cry
Weeknd music gettin' played in all the spots
Where boys got a little more pride
That's why all your friends dippin' to Atlanta
Payin' just to find a tour guide

Abel, run your fuckin' bread
Need to buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street nigga
I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper
Take the nigga on a horse ride
Anything to take the spotlight off the fact
The boss is a drugged-out lil' punk sissy from the Northside

Rakim talkin' shit again
Gassed 'cause you hit my BM first
Nigga, do the math, who I was hittin' then?
I ain't even know you rapped still
'Cause they only talkin' 'bout your 'fit again
Probably gotta have a kid again
'Fore you think of droppin' any shit again

Even when you do drop, they gon' say
You should've modeled 'cause it's mid again
Smokin' Fenty 'bout it
Should've put you on the first one, tryna get it in
Ask Fring if this a good idea
The next time you cuddled in that bed again
She'll even tell you leave the boy alone
'Fore you get your head split again

Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach
We ain't never really been through it
Leland Wayne, he a fuckin' lame
So I know he had to be an influence
These niggas had a plan and they finally
Found a way to rope you into it
Two separate albums dissin', I just did a Kim to it
Nigga, skim through it

Me and Savage had the hoes drippin' wet at shows
Almost had to swim to it
K.Dot shit is only hittin' hard when
Baby Keem put his pen to it
Ross callin' me the White boy
And the shit kind of got a ring to it
'Cause all these rappers wavin' white flags
While the whole fuckin' club sing to it

Murder scene on your man tonight
Then come to the vigil with the candlelight
Body after fuckin' body and you know Rick
Readin' my Miranda rights
I'm goin' on vacation now, I hope next time
Y'all plan it right
'Cause you gotta pay for sayin' my name
Guess now niggas understand the price