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Paroles de la chanson Bol-Bol par BabyTron
Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat
Huh, ayy, everything from the gangsta, you
Huh, everything from the gangsta, you unplug the
Everything from the gangsta, you unplug the cord
I know he sittin' there wishin' I could un-fuck his whore
I know he sittin' there wishin' we could un-up the score
Y'all whole gang fucked up, y'all just fucked up galore
You bought your whip fucked up, I just fucked up my Porsche
Bitch, clean this nut up, you just fucked up my shorts
I take the automatic, and now I fuck up up North
Huh, ayy, everything from the gangsta, you
Huh, everything from the gangsta, you unplug the
Everything from the gangsta, you unplug the cord
I know he sittin' there wishin' I could un-fuck his whore
I know he sittin' there wishin' we could un-up the score
Y'all whole gang fucked up, y'all just fucked up galore
You bought your whip fucked up, I just fucked up my Porsche
Bitch, clean this nut up, you just fucked up my shorts
I take the automatic, and now I fuck up up North
Too much money in the dresser, I done fucked up my drawers
My mind racin', runnin' to the paper, no time waste
Throw my B with a M, then 7-2, no sign language
He never got to live through his prime, he died basic
Balenciaga-aga-aga, these hoes cost five aces
You still share a parkin' lot, I'm a driveway-er
Boy, you stuck where it's cold, militia, we some migrators
I ain't lit a beeper phase, unky, he had nine razors
I pop out playin' brown tee, I'm not a my player
This bitch cost a thou', he was a rat before he passed, throw the coffin out
What I'm puttin' in my lungs, I might cough one out
My mind racin', runnin' to the paper, no time waste
Throw my B with a M, then 7-2, no sign language
He never got to live through his prime, he died basic
Balenciaga-aga-aga, these hoes cost five aces
You still share a parkin' lot, I'm a driveway-er
Boy, you stuck where it's cold, militia, we some migrators
I ain't lit a beeper phase, unky, he had nine razors
I pop out playin' brown tee, I'm not a my player
This bitch cost a thou', he was a rat before he passed, throw the coffin out
What I'm puttin' in my lungs, I might cough one out
You never bought a Hellcat, just to dog one out, grr
Hoes used to have cooties, now they got the clap
They had a series against the gang, now they 'bout to pack
Talkin' 'bout the scams dead, let me guess, they 'bout to trap
Talkin' 'bout a weddin' ring, this bitch off a pound of crack
If ain't no ERD jeans, Earth and VIP me
Fine the shit out the group, I got DID Bs
If you ain't DSM, can you D-l-E please?
Usually scream Unky, but it's free my TT
Wouldn't buy your bitch Kony, she can eat my pee-pee
Ride 'round, ninety shots, probably think I'm three deep
Hoes used to have cooties, now they got the clap
They had a series against the gang, now they 'bout to pack
Talkin' 'bout the scams dead, let me guess, they 'bout to trap
Talkin' 'bout a weddin' ring, this bitch off a pound of crack
If ain't no ERD jeans, Earth and VIP me
Fine the shit out the group, I got DID Bs
If you ain't DSM, can you D-l-E please?
Usually scream Unky, but it's free my TT
Wouldn't buy your bitch Kony, she can eat my pee-pee
Ride 'round, ninety shots, probably think I'm three deep
Ride 'round, three-hundred grams, probably think I'm Chief Keef
I go stupid up in Sacks, probably think I'm RiRi
Couple seconds left shootin', I'm just thinkin' GG
I'ma hit 'em where it hurt, I'm just thinkin' deep three
Love the crib, but for the summer shit, I'm thinkin' Peach Street
Long hair, fake butts, shitty thinkin' he me
J-Dub and Shea, me and Fuzz tucked up under
If the gang on your slip, best not go for under
Shitty boy, I might get a bust, rose gold plunder
I turn the Faygo cream to Bobo's color
Bahamas or Jamaica? Bae, go get your passport
You know what I came from, I won't forget your last four
I go stupid up in Sacks, probably think I'm RiRi
Couple seconds left shootin', I'm just thinkin' GG
I'ma hit 'em where it hurt, I'm just thinkin' deep three
Love the crib, but for the summer shit, I'm thinkin' Peach Street
Long hair, fake butts, shitty thinkin' he me
J-Dub and Shea, me and Fuzz tucked up under
If the gang on your slip, best not go for under
Shitty boy, I might get a bust, rose gold plunder
I turn the Faygo cream to Bobo's color
Bahamas or Jamaica? Bae, go get your passport
You know what I came from, I won't forget your last four
Creatin' fake beef, oh, you hashtag that board
I got two Benji trinks on the Digi dashboard
Must've had a red rapper 'cause they're Kitty Kat tour
This is not a white tee, silly, it's a dance floor
Could've played the Goyard 50 in the JanSport
I slide, slide, slide, forgive me, said my hands sore
Know they call me Megatron, Jimmy finna transform
Ball Harbor, Blue 60, really could've cashed more
Go against the team, that's a really bad choice
You a hit-drank heathen, lil' silly-ass boy
Stop askin' for the sauce, go cook and find the recipe
This psilocybin got me sweatin' like some ecstasy
Bitch, you wouldn't be my bae out in Chesapeake
I'ma slam you through the bed, we can't wrestle free
I got two Benji trinks on the Digi dashboard
Must've had a red rapper 'cause they're Kitty Kat tour
This is not a white tee, silly, it's a dance floor
Could've played the Goyard 50 in the JanSport
I slide, slide, slide, forgive me, said my hands sore
Know they call me Megatron, Jimmy finna transform
Ball Harbor, Blue 60, really could've cashed more
Go against the team, that's a really bad choice
You a hit-drank heathen, lil' silly-ass boy
Stop askin' for the sauce, go cook and find the recipe
This psilocybin got me sweatin' like some ecstasy
Bitch, you wouldn't be my bae out in Chesapeake
I'ma slam you through the bed, we can't wrestle free
Unk gotta play for the, I done Dundee
I'm a YN cut on tune, not no Bun B
Can't believe you cuffed the old girl, that lil' butt stink
You should go and try to buy Ritz from lil' Chuck Stink
Yeah, I know I'm rich, but don't trust me
We'll slam him out, throw him in the toilet flushin'
Lamar, Jack, ex-vic, try and rush me
I told you that I want a Fanta, please don't try to crush me
I'm on forty-five milligrams, please don't try to bump me
That'll be the worst mistake that you ever made
My big fella James shoot like he Escalade
Don't hit that blunt too hard, boy, your chest gon' cave
I'm a YN cut on tune, not no Bun B
Can't believe you cuffed the old girl, that lil' butt stink
You should go and try to buy Ritz from lil' Chuck Stink
Yeah, I know I'm rich, but don't trust me
We'll slam him out, throw him in the toilet flushin'
Lamar, Jack, ex-vic, try and rush me
I told you that I want a Fanta, please don't try to crush me
I'm on forty-five milligrams, please don't try to bump me
That'll be the worst mistake that you ever made
My big fella James shoot like he Escalade
Don't hit that blunt too hard, boy, your chest gon' cave
Huh, is your chest okay?
We sent a .50 out the drum, is your vest okay?
It ain't no way
How was that? He outta there?
Seven-seven, double seven, Troncic
Seven-seven, double seven, Troncic
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