Paroles de la chanson 125 par Rav Steelo
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Asked what I do and tell her I rap
She know I'm freezin' cold like winter
Post that vid', put her name on the map
'Ight, fuck it, spin that whip then rip it, whip it, park it off
No ticket, my stack tall, yours looks like midget (Midget, midget, midget)
(You would've ) You would've thought that we already blown up
The way the numbers buss on trends
I told the mandem, "Wait, just hold up"
Hit the shows, then cut out the ends
Okay, it's my turn, mandem in the moshpit widen
Asked what I do and tell her I rap
She know I'm freezin' cold like winter
Post that vid', put her name on the map
'Ight, fuck it, spin that whip then rip it, whip it, park it off
No ticket, my stack tall, yours looks like midget (Midget, midget, midget)
(You would've ) You would've thought that we already blown up
The way the numbers buss on trends
I told the mandem, "Wait, just hold up"
Hit the shows, then cut out the ends
Okay, it's my turn, mandem in the moshpit widen
'Kay all got hits like Tyson, now the signing fee is risin' (Okay)
The longer that we don't sign, the numbers go up and that's no lie (No lie)
Didn't know that we one in a million, foot on the gas on a one-two-five
Ayy, wait, let me calm it, calm it
Wheel up the beat like my jawn in the mornin'
Dip out the crib 'cause my Uber departin'
Gotta get workin', money be callin'
Now they movin' different 'round me, so come with the men like traitors
The gyal lose composure 'round me
They wanna talk on a first-name basis
They wanna talk to a G, but really and truly I don't wanna talk, I just wanna fuck
This gyal wanna arrest me, put me in cuffs
Chiropractor, back it, trust
The longer that we don't sign, the numbers go up and that's no lie (No lie)
Didn't know that we one in a million, foot on the gas on a one-two-five
Ayy, wait, let me calm it, calm it
Wheel up the beat like my jawn in the mornin'
Dip out the crib 'cause my Uber departin'
Gotta get workin', money be callin'
Now they movin' different 'round me, so come with the men like traitors
The gyal lose composure 'round me
They wanna talk on a first-name basis
They wanna talk to a G, but really and truly I don't wanna talk, I just wanna fuck
This gyal wanna arrest me, put me in cuffs
Chiropractor, back it, trust
Haha, ayy, family trust, I been a rockstar in the makin'
Bottles and champagne, bras and panties, all of the gyal get naked
'Ight, fuck it, spin that whip then rip it, whip it, park it off
No ticket, my stack tall, yours looks like midget (Midget, midget, midget)
(You would've ) You would've thought that we already blown up
The way the numbers buss on trends
I told the mandem, "Wait, just hold up"
Hit the shows, then cut out the ends
'Ight, fuck it, spin that whip then rip it, whip it, park it off
No ticket, my stack tall, yours looks like midget (Midget, midget, midget)
Bottles and champagne, bras and panties, all of the gyal get naked
'Ight, fuck it, spin that whip then rip it, whip it, park it off
No ticket, my stack tall, yours looks like midget (Midget, midget, midget)
(You would've ) You would've thought that we already blown up
The way the numbers buss on trends
I told the mandem, "Wait, just hold up"
Hit the shows, then cut out the ends
'Ight, fuck it, spin that whip then rip it, whip it, park it off
No ticket, my stack tall, yours looks like midget (Midget, midget, midget)
(You would've ) You would've thought that we already blown up
The way the numbers buss on trends
I told the mandem, "Wait, just hold up"
Hit the shows, then cut out the ends
The way the numbers buss on trends
I told the mandem, "Wait, just hold up"
Hit the shows, then cut out the ends
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