Correction Paroles Can’t Get Enough par Robin Banks

Retour

Paroles

I can't leave the streets alone 'cause I done fell in love
See I tried to let it go but I can't get enough
Hand to hand I'm makin' plays, sh*t, I'm still sellin' drugs
My block where mamas cry I know this sh*t gon' eat me up
Yeah, yeah
36 ounces on my neck, yeah
She gon' buss it down get naked
And I ain't really make it
But this trap money I'm spendin' blow these racks like Vegas

Uhhhhhhh-yeah
b*t*h I'm sellin' narcotics
.40 I got it
I'm makin' my profits
Gotta get it regardless
Trap August to August
See Banko, I'm not just an artist
Just had to get out them apartments
Back on my bullsh*t it's been a while
VVS diamonds shine when I smile
Only [?] I do not dial
Shoutout my lawyer I never seen trial
Hunnid bands told my shooter get wild
Let a n***a run up on me, click pow!
They ain't do the rules for every body hit the ground
That's what happen when a n***a want clout
That's what happen when a n***a run his mouth
Talkin' 'bout sh*t he ain't even know 'bout
Remember them days them guys' doubt
'Cause Banko was goin' through a drought
Now spend 20 on my business Celine
Now I move the call when they need somethin'
Gang on my back told 'em it was all on me
Rich forever that's all I'm gon' be

clip

Ton pseudo sera publié. Laisses les champs vide pour rester anonyme.