Paroles de la chanson Speak No Englo par Chuckyy
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Paroles de la chanson Speak No Englo par Chuckyy
(Opium, Opium)
It ain't hard to be a boss at all
I could teach you all the sauce, but what would I get out of that?
Snap back, I can't go
Right now, I'm outside with a Draco
Yeah, I fell in love with a bankroll
Yeah, pretty lil' bitch, got a face on her
Yeah, I fell in love with a skank ho
Real life too, they both go both ways
Right now, I'm pushin' the Range Rover, cruisin'
Hellcat givin' me road rage
Yeah, Lambo' fuck up the E-way
Uh, I'll make her mad on her B-day
Yeah, all these hoes on G6s, so she wanna fuck more than me, ayy
It ain't hard to be a boss at all
I could teach you all the sauce, but what would I get out of that?
Snap back, I can't go
Right now, I'm outside with a Draco
Yeah, I fell in love with a bankroll
Yeah, pretty lil' bitch, got a face on her
Yeah, I fell in love with a skank ho
Real life too, they both go both ways
Right now, I'm pushin' the Range Rover, cruisin'
Hellcat givin' me road rage
Yeah, Lambo' fuck up the E-way
Uh, I'll make her mad on her B-day
Yeah, all these hoes on G6s, so she wanna fuck more than me, ayy
Yeah, goin' to the bag, it's a relay
Yeah, sippin' on drank and it relay
Ain't been to the studio in like two weeks, I been in the crib on 2K
In New York, just ridin' my skateboard
And of course linkin' up with the label
I been shoppin', but you know that's basic
I got plenty shit up on the table
I got plenty shit up in the closet
Step inside, shit look like a office
My LA bitch only want chocolate
'Cause she like it together with coffee
Uh, black shoes, I got a Black Cat
Black mask, I got a black gun
Uh, 2019 in a hot car, caught a nigga, dunked on his ass like Bron-Bron
OT, can't get your lo'? Don't worry about it, I'ma just call up Hot Rod
Yeah, sippin' on drank and it relay
Ain't been to the studio in like two weeks, I been in the crib on 2K
In New York, just ridin' my skateboard
And of course linkin' up with the label
I been shoppin', but you know that's basic
I got plenty shit up on the table
I got plenty shit up in the closet
Step inside, shit look like a office
My LA bitch only want chocolate
'Cause she like it together with coffee
Uh, black shoes, I got a Black Cat
Black mask, I got a black gun
Uh, 2019 in a hot car, caught a nigga, dunked on his ass like Bron-Bron
OT, can't get your lo'? Don't worry about it, I'ma just call up Hot Rod
Yeah, Chuckyy a real-deal gangster, don't need a Glock, I'll smack the fuck out of him
By the way we live, we need that Glock and I know how knock off body parts
Yeah, Glock 20 came with the glow sights, so I could see a fuck nigga runnin' in the dark time
Calls is great at night time
Miami, Drac' in a Goyard
Speak no englo, talk to cops
Fuck 'em all, free the opps
I start shootin' 'til a body drop
Niggas can't post on they block
Fuck, I'm richer than all my opps
Keep frontin' the move, that shit get you got
We never go eye for eye
Take a nigga eye-eye out
Niggas be dyin' for clout
By the way we live, we need that Glock and I know how knock off body parts
Yeah, Glock 20 came with the glow sights, so I could see a fuck nigga runnin' in the dark time
Calls is great at night time
Miami, Drac' in a Goyard
Speak no englo, talk to cops
Fuck 'em all, free the opps
I start shootin' 'til a body drop
Niggas can't post on they block
Fuck, I'm richer than all my opps
Keep frontin' the move, that shit get you got
We never go eye for eye
Take a nigga eye-eye out
Niggas be dyin' for clout
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