Текст песни




(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(You know, I got this fat bitch front of me right now.)
(I got 2 fat bitches, actually)
I don't care about your stature
Bullets get to clapping
Geeked up off my mind, but im with you relaxing
She gon' match the fit if
She gon' match the vibe im having
She gon' miss the kid cuz I know she want summer-action
(huh)
Bitches fainting
Woke up in your dream, im your favourite painting
Bills blue, and my pockets fat, think they need more training
Run outside, or you can run your mouth
Same thing, different paper
Different day, different draft season
Im your molly reaper
Yeah
25 the hill
20k my wrist (huh)
When i walk outside i swear im paranoid as shit
Had this one bitch in the past, she told me take a risk
Looked my mama in the eye and told her i'm gon' make, stay repelling
Oh my god
She look like a queen
She look like my baby
Step up in this bitch, im high as fuck
Feel the oven baked me
How the fuck you fell in love with a thot?
She gon fucking use you
If the messenger don't come in hot, im gon' fucking shoot (woah)
He say he know me, but bro i don't know
Choppa horny-killing
Shoot that bitch like it's a porno
I don't know how i just reached this life, I love it
50 for her bag but im thumbing through these hunnas'
I don't care about your stature
Bullets get to clapping
Geeked up off my mind, but im with you relaxing
She gon' match the fit if
She gon' match the vibe im having
She gon' miss the kid cuz I know she want summer-action
(huh)
Bitches fainting
Woke up in your dream, im your favourite painting
Bills blue, and my pockets fat, think they need more training
Run outside, or you can run your mouth
Same thing, different paper
Different day, different draft season
Im your molly reaper



Авторы: Yusuf Hakan Kiran Copyright: Hako Pub Co.



Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.
Загрузка
Загрузка