paroles de chanson Osaka 1.2 - kiLLa Laharl

Step out, tints on my whip, blunts got the clique lit
Red dot aimed at your head, ready get your wig split
Hop out, grab the .40s, let it hit, just know we the shit
Gun down, blood on crucifix got you deep six

Told you I got problems with the 12, now you seen it
Getting drugs for the low, now you doing it
I met your girl once, told you she a fucking sket
Don′t give a fuck, tote the pole then I pull the stick

Bitches calling on my phone and they tryna blow
Took a jet, come find me on the moon hoe
Steady tripping, I'll be seeing things in slow mo
Fuck me up, yeah baby, let my blood flow

Cash in my bag
4 with the tec
I got the guns in the pack
Benz truck and it black
I ain′t never know you but you see my name in the mag
I ain't never fucking wit you, toe tags in the bodybag

Lonely boy in stockholm
Pass out, step in coma zone
Waking up, all alone
Frostbite straight to my bone
Dripping blood on gemstone
Blow spent, another dough
Midnight caller unknown
Who's blowing my phone?

Lonely boy in stockholm
Pass out, step in coma zone
Waking up, all alone
Frostbite straight to my bone
Dripping blood on gemstone
Blow spent, another dough
Midnight caller unknown
Who′s blowing my phone?

Shawty throwing in the air and she riding
On the gas, yeah bitch, see me sliding
Come find me on the moon I be flying
Strike all like a motherfucking lightning