paroles de chanson Rip'd Skinny Jeans - namiray

(Black ripped skinny jeans)
(I've got that bitch feelin' me)
(In the back we sippin')
(Ooo, Namiray spazzin')

Black ripped skinny jeans
I've got that bitch feelin' me
In the back we sippin' clean
That bitch actin' like a fiend

(Black ripped skinny jeans)
(I've got that bitch feelin' me)

Black ripped skinny jeans
I've got that bitch feelin' me
In the back we sippin' clean
That bitch actin' like a fiend

In the back not dropping much cus I just want some sloppy slut
Off Wock in the club, some random bitchboy was tryna walk up
He ain't even know I ain't know that bitch, I was kinda stuck
Heard him ask her to fuck, said what?
He pulled a Glock and then I ducked

She was looking but I still had to let the blade hit
Slit his throat right in front of the bitch, ah shit

Black ripped skinny jeans
I've got that bitch feelin' me
In the back we sippin' clean
That bitch actin' like a fiend
Say she see me in her dream's
Off a bean but still can't sleep
Lay me be, maybe meet Ares
Kratos creepin' waitin' on me
Zeus and Hera plotting slowly
Call up Nyx to hold her closely
Apollo, how I've been flowing
Artemis been getting nosey
Told her go lay up with Homer
Left that bitch, made her a loner
She was nothing but some hoe
Poppin' something, gettin' slow
They're not tryna see me glow
I can't think straight anymore
Careless how we're feeling, so
I'll rail shit straight to the dome
In the river, bodies float
They say I'm ungodly, no
Just a little too honest
No fucks gave, I'll never be modest

Back to the story though, I was with this bitch
Met her at a gloryhole, guess what we did
She asked to go to the club, I was like I guess
Then we acted out of lust, had some quick sex
Pulled to the curb out front smoking no stress
We was only trying to stunt, show how we step
Then we walked up in and she said don't flex
I said you know me, I'm gon' do what's best

Looked around, sat down, then pulled out the baby bottle
Dumbfounded and astounded she said wait, isn't that unlawful?
I said, start the count and sipped 'til my head hit the clouds
I felt like I had smoked a pound, hoping inside the Wock I'll drown

Well, I guess I've said the rest if you ain't catch it than go back
Now I be dead inside my head no remorse and that's just a fact
Takin' meds laying in bed, I had a scratch and I've relapsed
Hope my Mom'll hear this song before I'm gone and we can laugh

(She gon' see me in some)
Black ripped skinny jeans
(They're all knowing that)
I've got that bitch feelin' me
(I stay gone off something)
In the back we sippin' clean
(Don't know how to act)
That bitch actin' like a fiend