Correction Paroles Looks par Snow

Retour

Paroles

(Snowflake, snowflake, snowflake, snowflake)
(I love you, Sadtrojan)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, uh, yuh)

This b*t*h think I'm stupid (What?)
And I hit her like shawty, I don't even do this (Yuh)
Stop all that trippin', I'd rather you muted
Can't even be with you, thought that you knew this (Fire)
Can't save no thottie, the f**k? I'm no cupid (What, yuh)
You think that you pressure, I need you to prove it (Uh)
Like what is that gat for? You won't even shoot it (Yuh, yuh)
My highest potential, I ain't even use it, huh
Uh, yuh, I just the pack in (What?)
Kickin' that hoe out, you better get packin' (Uh)
Don't want that shawty, I pa** her to Jaxsen (Yuh, uh)
I'm up at Sachs and you shoppin' at PacSun (Yuh)
Too much drip, I might need me a napkin
I get the bag and I ain't even trappin'
I get the bag, okay, why is you lackin'? (Hah!)

Cut all that fussin', cut all of that naggin' (Yuh)
Can't you see that I'm monopoly-stackin', b*t*h (Hah!)
Kickin' you tattle-tale shins like my free kicks
Top-ends motherf**kers diss (Bah!), all on the low
They callin' you "Bro" to your face, then they playin' that telephone
But it's all good 'cause I'm f**kin' yo Wanda (Grrr)
And callin' her Douglas, the way she give Dimmadome
Love when she give me that look, that stare
And her eyes got me latched up, I'm attached, bruh (Yeah)
I gotta ghost you, see the pain through
I'm subtractin' myself, we don't add up (Uh)
I don't wanna f**k you, so I'ma pa** up
Takin' the usual bait from the master (Yuh!)
Dirty imagination, I need a pastor (Yuh!)
Nut up on the sheets, I made a disaster (Yuh, yuh!)
Yeah, feel the beat when you heal inside
Cult fanbase, spreadin' like a b***erfly (Like a what?)
Damn Jazy, this sh*t too fire
Reminiscin' 'bout the days at the Cay on the lot
Skateboardin' down the hill 'round the block (Yuh-yuh, yuh-yuh)
Had 20 Gs when 12 hit the spot, then we dipped (What-what?)
This b*t*h think I'm stupid (What?)
And I hit her like shawty, I don't even do this (Yuh)
Stop all that trippin', I'd rather you muted
Can't even be with you, thought that you knew this (Fire)
Can't save no thottie, the f**k? I'm no cupid (What, yuh)
You think that you pressure, I need you to prove it (Uh)
Like what is that gat for? You won't even shoot it (Yuh, yuh)
My highest potential, I ain't even use it, huh
Uh, yuh, I just the pack in (What?)
Kickin' that hoe out, you better get packin' (Uh)
Don't want that shawty, I pa** her to Jaxsen (Yuh, uh)
I'm up at Sachs and you shoppin' at PacSun (Yuh)
Too much drip, I might need me a napkin
I get the bag and I ain't even trappin'
I get the bag, okay, why is you lackin'?

clip

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