CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Ape Boy

Captain Crunch Presents
R-R-R-RXLVND

[Chris Travis]
f*ck wit my set, push yo shit back
Im in the front, you in the back
I got a knife, its on the strap
She got a friend, f*ck when she nap
Im from the south, f*ck bout a rap
Come to my house, won't make it out
These niggas hoes, running they mouth
Straight with these hoes, f*ck what they bout
These niggas wack, just want some clout
f*ck all this shit, where yo accounts
f*cking this bitch, right on my couch
Ape on my draws, wit dick in her mouth
Came out the M, made that shit out
I run up on him, knock his ass out
Now he ain't talking no shit from no app
p*ssy ass nigga you know that you child

I pull up on that bitch and she a dub
Thought I was gon f*ck but she ain't budge
Fresh as f*ck like I slept in the tub
Molly circulate in her flesh
Gucci pink roses on my vest
I ain't have to answer for no sex
She just gave me top and then I left
Goyard on my belt, this shit is felt
Ima buy a choppa for some help
Niggas can't even be themselves
Bitch thats why I'm mobbing to the death