Accueil  💃🎤 Paroles de chanson Française et Internationnales

Ayy, turn the music up for me Chris
GO! GO!

All red foreigns, all black choppa
Here I come, you ready or not

I keep big ole knots, I will pick your lock
Foenem be loading up smokin´ on dope
Fore´ they hit your block
Shoot them dice, hit your car
I need duct tape, bitch no scotch
All of these waves, I´m feeling like Nas (aye)
Before we part ways I gotta flex up

Killin´ that beat, what you can´t see?
You know what it is, know what it may be (aye, aye)
Should blame the drugs, but I blame me (aye, aye)
Look at my ring (aye, aye), what´s my KD? (aye, aye)
Keepin´ them squares outta the tent (aye, aye)
We spendin´ new money (aye, aye) outta the rent (aye, aye)
Make 200 bands aye, outta some lent (aye, aye)

You talkin´ real niggas aye, I´m up in the mix (aye, aye)
She heard my voice (aye, aye) it made her moist (aye, aye)
I´m up in the forest (aye, aye) trap with the boys (aye, aye)
You got no choice (aye, aye) bad bitch named Joyce (aye, aye)
Pickin´ up coins (aye, aye) in the rolls royce (aye, aye) aye

All red foreigns, all black choppa
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big ole knots, I will pick your lock
Foenem be loading up smokin´ on dope
Fore´ they hit your block
Shoot them dice, hit your car
I need duct tape, bitch no scotch

All of these waves, I´m feeling like Nas (aye)
Before we part ways I gotta flex up

Last but not least, you tryna find me? (tryna find me)
You better off findin´ Nemo aye
Jump in the Sea (aye, aye) Her uber was twenty dollars
Aye, she live by me (aye, aye)
Bitch I´m John Madden aye, run it by me (aye, aye)
Ain´t no rules (aye, aye) NFL street (aye, aye)
Hoe get up off me (aye, aye) you missed yo beat (aye, aye)
Coughin´ up trees (aye, aye) throwing up threes (aye, aye)
Sprayin´ like febreeze (aye, aye) yeah it can be that way

Aye

All red foreigns, all black choppa
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big ole knots, I will pick your lock
Foenem be loading up smokin´ on dope
Fore´ they hit your block
Shoot them dice, hit your car
I need duct tape, bitch no scotch
All of these waves, I´m feeling like Nas (aye)
Before we part ways I gotta flex up