paroles de chanson 24 - xrrona

Huh, twenty four
Yuh, I got twenty four bands, I got twenty more
Huh, 2024 music
Bad boy, Ferris Bueller
I got ice up in my cooler
Presidential for the uber
Uber black cost like two bands, that's more than yo' scooter
Helmut Lang with the Trues man, I'm just a high schooler (Yuh)
Yeah, can this shorty come back?
I don't give a fuck about these other bitches, they hoodrats
Yeah, my doors wanna kill themselves
They been suicidal, they be thinking 'bout they mental health
Yeah, it's a cold Sunday to complain
I ain' got a yacht, but feel like yachty on a different day
Phone on DND, feel like Nemzz, but like everyday
No, this bitch can't DM me, gotta go ahead and catch my plane

And it's every single day with the pain shit
Two tone colours on my watch, I ain't racist
And I feel like Ian too, on the court like Grand Slam
Got yo' chain off Temu, flow just like Remble
Yeah, matte black whips just like jiggaboo
I been getting money, guess it ain't the same with you
I want me a bad bitch, sumn' just like Karrahbooo
Ho speaking spanish, she like, "ten cuidado"
That means be careful, niggas tryna catch up, not on my level
And this choppa carry heat boy, this not a kettle
And these days I can not sleep boy, I'm out my mental, yuh
Yeah, Estoy fuera de mi mente
Out my mind, nigga can not comprehende
I been on sumn-
You know what, forget it nigga
(Beat's over anyway)
(Yea')
(Yea')