CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : New Chain
Ayy, Southside, where'd you get all that drip?
New chain on chill, but I'm hot as two suns
Protecting the brand, I went and bought some more guns
Roll up some sh*t, look like elephant thumbs
Bagg, it's your time, set the watch on my arm
b*t*hes gon' milk 'cause I'm lit like a candle
I'm never lacking, getting head with my hammer
Ain't used to nothing, she thought Chanel was channel
When I record, she show out for the camera
Bust down the Cartier, Plain Jane the Hublot
One b*t*h, that's uno with me in this two-door
Stars in the Lambo', I done went Pluto
Me and this money a dynamic duo
Slam on an opp, hit his ass with the suplex
Live in a condo and trap out the duplex
Ice on my collar, can't tell this a crewneck
Walk in the spot, all the hoes all like, "Who that?" (Him)
I did a feature, they paid with Biscotti (Smoke)
Used to be OG but now it's exotic (Za)
No dykes around, but my strap in the party
They pray for my ending but I just got started
Gated my house, you can't find it on Zillow
Can't go to sleep broke, couple million my pillow
Knock off a opp then I f**k on his widow
Then catch me a flight, turn to Lil Jon and get low (What?)
I go ham, but no pork on my fork (Alhamdulillah)
Took a jet from LA to New York (Flight 125)
Know I'm lit but I'm just heating up
It's way too early to be passing the torch (Can't do that)
I turned the condo to a trap spot
Let a n***a take my chain, I bet not
Already too late if you see that red dot (Baow, brrt, go)
New chain on chill, but I'm hot as two suns
Protecting the brand, I went and bought some more guns
Roll up some sh*t, look like elephant thumbs
Bagg, it's your time, set the watch on my arm
b*t*hes gon' milk 'cause I'm lit like a candle
I'm never lacking, getting head with my hammer
Ain't used to nothing, she thought Chanel was channel
When I record, she show out for the camera
Bust down the Cartier, Plain Jane the Hublot
One b*t*h, that's uno with me in this two-door
Stars in the Lambo', I done went Pluto
Me and this money a dynamic duo
Slam on an opp, hit his ass with the suplex
Live in a condo and trap out the duplex
Ice on my collar, can't tell this a crewneck
Walk in the spot, all the hoes all like, "Who that?" (Him)
I did a feature, they paid with Biscotti (Smoke)
Used to be OG but now it's exotic (Za)
No dykes around, but my strap in the party
They pray for my ending but I just got started
Gated my house, you can't find it on Zillow
Can't go to sleep broke, couple million my pillow
Knock off a opp then I f**k on his widow
Then catch me a flight, turn to Lil Jon and get low (What?)
I go ham, but no pork on my fork (Alhamdulillah)
Took a jet from LA to New York (Flight 125)
Know I'm lit but I'm just heating up
It's way too early to be passing the torch (Can't do that)
I turned the condo to a trap spot
Let a n***a take my chain, I bet not
Already too late if you see that red dot (Baow, brrt, go)
