Accueil  💃🎤 Paroles de chanson Française et Internationnales

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Artiste : BLP Kosher
Titre : Gap Kids
All the opps finished but ain´t from Finland
Skrrt the boat and go back inland
We pouncin´ out on fuck crackas
He dropping shit, lil´ jit was figgin´
Pockets deep dish like I´m from the ´Raq but I ain´t from the ´Raq

I got rich but I´m still wearing GAP, still dressed up in black (Aww damn rich)
I´m from GAP kids, my pockets Carlsbad, yo ass grass
That switchy ad-lib, that watrr with the flash, his ass fast
This shit a hat trick, I´m smoking three opps, we triple back
You smoking catnip, my shooter rolling off a triple stack

Big dreidel ayy (Watrr)
Fuckin´ A
Jit a rat, he think his life a movie, he got Flushed Away
I´m spreading cheese, I used to be a waiter I balance all my plates
They told me wait ´til marriage just to greeze, you know what they say

But I´m married to the money, cracka, we gon´ fuck today
Hoppin´ the fence and throw down, skating like every damn day
Deerfield Beach, he won´t survive the crib, we so FLA
I´m totin´ flat iron, I need a bib, ´cause my life´s still a steak

We get up close they run away
Opp bought a Glock from double K
Bad lil´ bih from round my way
She throw it back, that funnel cake
I copped a 30 mile, opps from 30, been clutching guns since underage
Pole dance, I´m a male stripper, but I ain´t goin out like The Game
Fuck a opp, you think this song about you? You´re so fucking vain?

Buck the tri-rail had to go without you, this a money train
I grab the mic, forever love, my brother Mike like I´m Jermaine
They think I´m booted out my fucking mind, I got a Southern twang

(Ha, ha, ha, watrr)
Fuckin´ A
Jit a rat, he think his life a movie, he got Flushed Away
I´m spreading cheese, I used to be a waiter, I balance all my plates
They told me wait ´til marriage just to greeze, you know what they say
But I´m married to the money, cracka, we gon´ fuck today
Hoppin´ the fence and throw down, skating like every damn day

Deerfield Beach, he won´t survive the crib, we so FLA
I´m totin flat iron, I need a bib, ´cause my life´s still a steak