Paroles de la chanson ROAD DOGG SKUBA JAMES par Sada Baby
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Paroles de la chanson ROAD DOGG SKUBA JAMES par Sada Baby
Ha, excuse me
Hmm
Binko
Huh, Skuba
Ah, what that means (48 shit)
Huh, million-dollar nigga, still gon' haha (Hol' up)
Haha, uh, huh
Million-dollar nigga, still gon' pull up at the Coney, huh
Ten times out of ten, gotta huh-huh, huh
Ten times out of ten, brodie got it on him, huh
Ten times out of ten, huh
Ten times out of ten, it ain't just me and brodie (Haha)
Hmm
Binko
Huh, Skuba
Ah, what that means (48 shit)
Huh, million-dollar nigga, still gon' haha (Hol' up)
Haha, uh, huh
Million-dollar nigga, still gon' pull up at the Coney, huh
Ten times out of ten, gotta huh-huh, huh
Ten times out of ten, brodie got it on him, huh
Ten times out of ten, huh
Ten times out of ten, it ain't just me and brodie (Haha)
What you know good?
Not gon' never tolerate no ho shit (Huh)
All I gotta do is say hello to get your ho hit
Huh, huh, four fifths of 'ñejo and a four-fifth
Nah, hot-ass Draco and a cold bitch
I'ma slide for each and every one of mines, huh
I got heat for niggas when it ain't even summer time
Nah, I'll make a hood rat pop her top, huh
Pull them titties out for my brothers on the block, huh
Listen, huh
Trap nigga, disrespect the niggas in my truck and we gon' whack niggas
Huh, hate niggas like I ain't no Black nigga
Nah, I ain't know white niggas, I ain't got no (Hahahaha)
Oh, look, I ain't got no crack in me
Huh, I just served that, huh, right there where the birds at
Know I'm in the kitchen, on the stove where the birds at
I been done sent hollow through his 'fro, I know you heard that
Listen, fake rich, real bitch-ass nigga
Nah, a half gangster, full snitch-ass nigga
Huh, them the type of niggas that you run with
Nah, that run in your bloodline
Nah, I'll run up on you, make you run from us, listen
Nah, he gon' take a L, I got Dub with me
No, Chop in the backseat strapped with a gun on him
Nah, Steez in the front seat strapped with a rifle
Huh, I just served that, huh, right there where the birds at
Know I'm in the kitchen, on the stove where the birds at
I been done sent hollow through his 'fro, I know you heard that
Listen, fake rich, real bitch-ass nigga
Nah, a half gangster, full snitch-ass nigga
Huh, them the type of niggas that you run with
Nah, that run in your bloodline
Nah, I'll run up on you, make you run from us, listen
Nah, he gon' take a L, I got Dub with me
No, Chop in the backseat strapped with a gun on him
Nah, Steez in the front seat strapped with a rifle
Nah, Free got a pistol, I'ma walk right behind him (Uh, listen)
Nah, you can't slide shit, huh
Walk a nigga down for my baby five-six
Nah, fuck a nigga bitch then hit her five friends
She ate that dick in the brib, call that shit dine-in, in
Huh, let me walk somethin' just because I bought somethin'
Mr. I'll put the strap down and be done fought somethin'
Nah, Mr. I'll shoot a bug bitch with my salt gun (Salt gun)
Nah, huh, huh
Make a nigga call his bitch to see me, she ain't saw nothin'
Old nigga lyin' to that ho and he ain't off nothin'
Nah, you can't slide shit, huh
Walk a nigga down for my baby five-six
Nah, fuck a nigga bitch then hit her five friends
She ate that dick in the brib, call that shit dine-in, in
Huh, let me walk somethin' just because I bought somethin'
Mr. I'll put the strap down and be done fought somethin'
Nah, Mr. I'll shoot a bug bitch with my salt gun (Salt gun)
Nah, huh, huh
Make a nigga call his bitch to see me, she ain't saw nothin'
Old nigga lyin' to that ho and he ain't off nothin'
Lame nigga, get to after (Hol' up)
Lame nigga, go and sit at the back of the line
Uh, we gon' eat first, huh, yeah, well, we eat the most
A couple of them keep Percs, uh, uh, 'cause I need the most
I'll buy a whole script, huh, flip a whole bitch
Nah, flip a whole brick, I swear to God, I'm cold with it (Ayy, ooh, uh, uh)
They ain't thuggin' like your baby
Uh, pull up with my shirt off, sippin' Dadas, goin' brazy
Doin' a hundred down Gresham with no L's, I'm the mayor
My old nigga was the greatest in the field, Gale Sayers (Uh, fuck)
Uh, and I'm with the sprayers
Uh, not comin' tomorrow, I'm with the bomin' todayers
Lame nigga, go and sit at the back of the line
Uh, we gon' eat first, huh, yeah, well, we eat the most
A couple of them keep Percs, uh, uh, 'cause I need the most
I'll buy a whole script, huh, flip a whole bitch
Nah, flip a whole brick, I swear to God, I'm cold with it (Ayy, ooh, uh, uh)
They ain't thuggin' like your baby
Uh, pull up with my shirt off, sippin' Dadas, goin' brazy
Doin' a hundred down Gresham with no L's, I'm the mayor
My old nigga was the greatest in the field, Gale Sayers (Uh, fuck)
Uh, and I'm with the sprayers
Uh, not comin' tomorrow, I'm with the bomin' todayers
Uh, they bome in the night, uh, end a nigga life
Uh, soon as I pop outside, end up in a nigga wife (Hahahaha)
Mr. I'll Never Back Down
Fresh nigga off the bench squad with the Stackhouses
Try play with me, see how my niggas act 'bout it
It ain't a man, not a nigga that's around me that ain't 'bout it
Huh, who gon' to fake 'bout it? Nah, who gon' play 'bout it?
I'll shoot you in your face, ask police what they gon' to say 'bout it
Huh, I'll fuck mm-mm-mm
Fuck a bad bitch in the bathroom at a day party, duh
Huh, million-dollar nigga, still gon' haha
Uh, soon as I pop outside, end up in a nigga wife (Hahahaha)
Mr. I'll Never Back Down
Fresh nigga off the bench squad with the Stackhouses
Try play with me, see how my niggas act 'bout it
It ain't a man, not a nigga that's around me that ain't 'bout it
Huh, who gon' to fake 'bout it? Nah, who gon' play 'bout it?
I'll shoot you in your face, ask police what they gon' to say 'bout it
Huh, I'll fuck mm-mm-mm
Fuck a bad bitch in the bathroom at a day party, duh
Huh, million-dollar nigga, still gon' haha
Hmm, haha, uh, huh
Million-dollar nigga, still gon' pull up at the Coney, huh
Ten times out of ten, gotta huh-huh, huh
Ten times out of ten, brodie got it on him, huh
Ten times out of ten, huh
Ten times out of ten, it ain't just me and brodie (Haha)
What you know good?
Million-dollar nigga, still gon' pull up at the Coney, huh
Ten times out of ten, gotta huh-huh, huh
Ten times out of ten, brodie got it on him, huh
Ten times out of ten, huh
Ten times out of ten, it ain't just me and brodie (Haha)
What you know good?
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