paroles de chanson Bacardi - kdyn

Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh yeah
Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh yeah
Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh yeah
Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh, ugh

Bitch I'm the best in the game
All these other rappers are lame
Got your ho screaming my name
No-one ever done the same
Put it in the box like Roddy
I'm rich with all this money
Taking your bitch I'm not sorry
I'm stealing your shit for the funny

Ohh
Here we go
They all know
Ima blow
Ohh
Take it slow
On a roll
Get the dough

Pull up to the party and celebrate
Pull up in the car I accelerate
I drink til I can't even feel my face
Call me Hamilton cus I win the race
Uh yeh, ride or die
I smoke this weed to stay alive
And everyone can tell I'm high
They all see the red in my eyes

In the end does it even matter?
In the end all my blood will splatter
In the end no-one will care
So let's make the most of the time we're here

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Outta luck, outta luck, outta luck
You're outta luck, outta luck, outta luck

Make you fold like origami
Got you wet like a tsunami
Shoot my shot just like the army
Play these bitches like Atari
Take my boxers you can spar me
Scratch my back I let you scar me
Mouth drip venom like Tom Hardy
Drink you up call you Bacardi

I don't got time for these ho's
Got my bitch and she take off my clothes
Ice on my neck drip so cold that I froze
Don't look back this the path that I chose
Held up by strings I am Pinocchio
Fill an arena I'm selling out shows
Telling a lie cus then my wood grows
Filling her up with my dick make her moan

Uh, yeh, oh-oh
I don't know what I'm feeling
Oh-no
I'm floating to the ceiling
Think that I need a psychiatrist
These lines so hot that they're a fire risk

Bring me a glass of Bacardi
Drink it down and start the party
Just shut up with your malarkey
Let's turn it up and bring anarchy

Yeah ugh, ugh yeah
Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh yeah
Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh yeah
Ugh, yeah ugh, ugh, yeah