Accueil  💃🎤 Paroles de chanson Française et Internationnales

So Harry-O out, huh? (Yup)
Well you tell ´em I said pull up on me
I got a sandwich bag for ´em (Right, right, right)
(Right, right, yeah)

Never seen a bag that I ain´t like
Lambchop with the doors off
Lil´ bitch, you know I got a wife
As she proceed to take her clothes off
Self-driven, this the life I chose
My tunnel vision was somethin´ like El Chopo´s
Black Swan on my toes, watch for the potholes
I rather focus on how much water the pot holds
Started out breakin´ records, now we breakin´ records
Never thought I would be famous for my indiscretions
She up and down on my pole, but this ain´t no elеction
I´m busy fuckin´ the globe, bitch, I don´t need protection
Corrеction; this my C-section, how ya livin´?

They makin´ music but we on a different algorithm
Lookin´ at life through a glass jar, cloudy vision
All I ever needed was one mic, Scottie Pippen

I thought I told niggas this come with the territory
New gold digger, that come with the territory
The lifestyles of the rich get dangerous
Some die with a name, others die nameless
I heard they plottin´ on me, that come with the territory
Keep that thang on me, yeah, that´s self-explanatory
But I ain´t scared, speakin´ the truth will get you canceled fast
That´s Dre drop, this type of talk come with a sandwich bag

I´m in this bitch with a double cup
She wanna smoke, lemme show you the ropes, double dutch
Time to level up, nigga, paper been long
Gators hangin´ out the Lamb´, Fred Flinstone
B-baller, s-shot caller
Twenty-inch blades and they on the impala
So many years in the game, I done became a Rottweiler
Survivor, with motherfuckin´ diamonds on my collar
Made nigga, fuck yo´ advice, really got a billi´ in my sights
Blowin Za´, reachin; new heights
Buckle up, we ´bout to take flight
Cartier froze, just watch
VV´s drippin´ on Watts

FedEx, I´m beatin´ up the box
Bad bitches, drop it like it´s hot

I thought I told niggas this come with the territory
She a gold digger, that come with the territory
The lifestyles of a crip get dangerous
Some die with a name, others die nameless
I heard they plottin´ on me, that come with the territory
I keep that rocket on me, yeah, that´s self-explanatory
Tread light, homie, they don´t understand the math
This real spill, this shit come with a sandwich bag