Paroles de la chanson Blackout par Lil Kapow
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Paroles de la chanson Blackout par Lil Kapow
So it’s either top or I’m out of here
Pop a perc and I black out
Fuck it, I’m blowing her back out
WWE if she fucking with me
Put the pussy on smack down, gang, gang, gang, gang
And this not a trap house
I’m in a condo, you know I’m up now
I don’t know how to use a computer, but
Trust me, bitch, I bring the Mac out, gang, gang, gang, gang
I’m with a e-girl, this not an e-date
Pop these pills and I fall asleep for like 3 days
Up all night on a mufuckin’ school day
Cheese on my head like I’m playing for Green Bay
Pop a perc and I black out
Fuck it, I’m blowing her back out
WWE if she fucking with me
Put the pussy on smack down, gang, gang, gang, gang
And this not a trap house
I’m in a condo, you know I’m up now
I don’t know how to use a computer, but
Trust me, bitch, I bring the Mac out, gang, gang, gang, gang
I’m with a e-girl, this not an e-date
Pop these pills and I fall asleep for like 3 days
Up all night on a mufuckin’ school day
Cheese on my head like I’m playing for Green Bay
I fell asleep on September 1st
Wake me up at the end of the month, no Green Day
Turn that blick sideways
Let it rip like a fucking Beyblade
I just got back from Paris
Watch my money go up from the fucking exchange rate
I don’t gangbang but I got two dicks on me
Every goddamn day, ay, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
That’s 7 days a week
You pussy niggas weak
And I’m boutta feast
Give me brain like a geek
Freeze, police
I ain’t stopping for shit
You gonna have to shoot me on God
I got a Uzi, extended the clip
Wake me up at the end of the month, no Green Day
Turn that blick sideways
Let it rip like a fucking Beyblade
I just got back from Paris
Watch my money go up from the fucking exchange rate
I don’t gangbang but I got two dicks on me
Every goddamn day, ay, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
That’s 7 days a week
You pussy niggas weak
And I’m boutta feast
Give me brain like a geek
Freeze, police
I ain’t stopping for shit
You gonna have to shoot me on God
I got a Uzi, extended the clip
Now that shit is tall, Lil Uzi
Choke the shit out a bitch, look at her neck
Those are not hickeys, they bruises
Look at my bag, it’s Louis
I get more neck than a mufuckin’ crew neck, on God
My numbers went up, how he do that?
I’m on your block making noise like a jet (ba-baba-na-na)
I paint my nails and make them beat the piss out a nigga
He thought I was soft
My whip Megatron
This bitch suck my dick when she heard what is costs, on God!
The blicky and Becky at prom
She shake her ass on my muhfucking glock
Ummm, pause, I got the sauce
Choke the shit out a bitch, look at her neck
Those are not hickeys, they bruises
Look at my bag, it’s Louis
I get more neck than a mufuckin’ crew neck, on God
My numbers went up, how he do that?
I’m on your block making noise like a jet (ba-baba-na-na)
I paint my nails and make them beat the piss out a nigga
He thought I was soft
My whip Megatron
This bitch suck my dick when she heard what is costs, on God!
The blicky and Becky at prom
She shake her ass on my muhfucking glock
Ummm, pause, I got the sauce
Standing on my money I look like the Rock (gang)
Let me hear that shit one time
Let me hear that shit one time
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