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Paroles : Shit Talk

Christian Dior drippin', tryna wash my sins off
N***as love that Champion, take that sh*t off
Blood leaking off me n***a, I can't rinse off
I'm tryna hit the lot, I'm tryna pull a?Benz?off
She?can't ride with?me unless she?suck the skin off
Fat cookie 'wood, yeah it look like Rick Ross
I'm a skinny n***a but I'm still a big boss
Why your b*t*h on my d**k? Tell her get off
My b*t*h bad, always lookin' like she p*ssed off
Boujee b*t*h like to suck it with the lip gloss
Winnin' team, yeah we won before the tip off
We got all these blues, yeah we had a strip off
Last night we poured a eight, we had a sip off
Facin' all these 'woods, y?ah we blew a zip off
B*t*h I'm flyer than a rock?t finna lift off
If that b*t*h ain't got no money, tell her get lost
All these blues on my flo', n***a, I'm finna crip walk
I don't wanna do no hook, n***a, I wanna sh*t talk
Pourin' all this juice like a n***a got a big cough
Tryna do the dash, tryna make this b*t*h lift off
Yeah we f**kin' n***as up before the kickoff
Vlone hoodie, damn, I'm finna lift off
One-O-five, John packed, I'm finna get off
If this b*t*h got me waitin', I'ma peel off
Aw this white girl in the trap, I'm finna get out
If my b*t*h see my phone, she gon' flip out
Thirty b*t*hes waitin', damn, who I'ma pick out?
Runnin' up this bag, almost blew my hip out
Pu**y good, I couldn't even get the tip out
N***a run up on this Benz, I'ma whip out
N***as livin' with they moms, getting kicked out
Downtown with yo' b*t*h in a penthouse
I could do it in my sleep, this is so easy
N***a flexing three-fifty, ain't got no Yeezys
B*t*h blowin' up my phone, saying, "Don't leave me"
I'ma take it off yo' plate, b*t*h, I'm too greedy
I be f**kin' when you leave, yeah she too sneaky
Had to leave her a** alone, she was too needy
Tryna suck it in the whip, yeah, she too freaky
Whole five to the face, b*t*h, I'm too sleepy
Had to pour it in a Snapple, ain't no soda here
White Bentayga crawlin' like a polar bear
How the f**k them n***as get in with that pole in here?
And why the bad b*t*hes keep runnin' over there?
Moncler jacket on, yeah, like it's snowing here
If the Clan in this b*t*h then it's dough in here
If she get up in this truck, she gon' go in there
I had room for three b*t*hes but it's four in there
Amiri skinny, yeah, she tryna rip my pants off
With the Clan, she get ran like a hand-off
I'm a Grizzley in the fifties like I'm Randolph
N***as trippin' in the club, had a standoff
I like ghetto, hood b*t*hes, them the best ones
Got her weave to her a** and her nails done
I'm a fly fat n***a like I'm Big Pun
I don't wear no Champion, I can't fit none