💃🎤 Paroles de chanson Française et Internationnales 🎤💃

 A   B   C   D   E   F   G   H   I   J   K   L   M   N   O   P   Q   R   S   T   U   V   W   X   Y   Z   0   1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9 
Artiste : Trippie Redd
Titre : Missing My Idols
Take a vivid picture, no photos
Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though
Sucka free living, I´ma say that that´s the motto
So for any nigga on that sucka shit, I´m no hoe bro

Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo
Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimoto
All about my paper gotta get my fucking dough hoe
Always on the fucking go-go, you a bitch like Tony Romo
Niggas came around now they extinct like Dodo´s
Meanwhile I´m in New York fucking up SoHo
Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco
Took her to the tele now lil´ baby going loco
She just give me face, ain´t no fucking that´s a no-no
And she going 30 early dirty no soap though
I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though
And I´m screaming fuck 12, all these fowl ass po-po (yeah uh)

Nowadays I really miss my fucking idols, so that´s the title

I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also making it rain storm

See I can´t ignore it
And you niggas don´t see it´s in your brain you´re snoring
And you sleep on me until you can´t no more
And don´t fake on me and try to play the boy
I don´t know why I feel like nobody loves me
Or why they feel like my intention´s something ugly

Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me
Or why I feel like everyone just saying fuck me
Or why I feel like the opposition gon´ buss me
If I gave you my heart would you still love me
Lately baby I feel like nobody trust me
Is it just me, yeah

Nowadays I really miss my fucking idols, so that´s the title
I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm

And spit flames while also making it rain storm