Chynna - Glen Coco - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

Glen Coco

Chynna

31.03.2014

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Daaaaaaamn.... Shout out my Marino Gang Niggas A$AP Mob Niggas... Maxx B., Max G... Saan and Naj, and everybody the fuck else... They be like 'Chizzy where you at?' You know i'm all on my busy shit Bought up the DKNY on my illy shit Them bitches fake but yo this what it really is Swerving on freeways on philly shit All on some silly shit Gulping the brown, got no etiquette My shit ridiculous Start to finish i be killing shit baby Pull out the lambo to park the mercedes Whip game all crazy because of My cadence, my flow, and my bars, and my shows, and my placements Bugatti, ferrari, then maserati These bitches is foreign but so is my property All of these bitches got corny ass properties Ugly, moody, poor as a pauper be All tryna copy me can't afford parts of me I was too humble I was too modest I let yall sleep on the months of the progress Waking y'all up with y'all own corny watches Cuz my shit so silent forget where my watch went And so many diamonds can't tell what the time is All in my space i be asking where Tom is Training this bitches like thomas Whole crew behind us but they in bahamas I told them to chill get the fuck out the projects Cuz when you legit and you all on your shit Vacation is valid the trap always lit Anyway i been out stacking my paper Tryna get richer and richer and richer So now i charge a couple racks for a picture And picture me months ago, nothing no dough Just some kool-aid in pitchers, sharing with niggas Now it's like figure I'm making these figures Cuz they like my figure in dresses and sneakers And for future reference don't ask for no features I don't give a fuck and i never will neither They ain't believe that your girl had that ether Now i wear louboutins with my adidas Still chiefin keef like i'm wiz khalifa No being boujie, i grind til i'm bleeding And that's the blunt truth that you niggas be needing Thinking shit sweet til you taste what we dealing That molly real bitter it might get you fiening Battling demons and falling on cement Might have you dreaming, might have you screaming Bars, not the molly, i know i be scheming I'm killing these niggas and i got good reason These suckas been winning i don't like the feeling I know i'm a goddess but don't catch no feelings I'm just being honest, i got too much realness WHOO! They ain't even peep that nigga They ain't even peep that i was on my street swag nigga They ain't even see that i be really where i speak at I could take the fuckin' streets back nigga Shittin' where you eat ass nigga Creepin' where you sleep ass nigga Never could be my guy You'll be going bye bye nigga No lie my nigga Don't try my niggas All black on cuz they really ride my niggas Not cuz it's stylish i promise my nigga Pay ya homage little bitch i'll kill ya And don't ever wonder Don't really know you if you lacking on my number All very simple Chynna so chillin, nah chynna so gentle Should've been killed you but buddha insisted i wait til I'm perfect i couldn't resist it It's over for niggas... In soho with brobro cash out on the denim (all white) Them bitches ain't want it Them bitches ain't wait it til they saw me in it (all right) My vision my vision you can't see my plans boy Y'all niggas know guns but forgot bout your hands boy I'm stunting on you, your crew, and your man I would say your chick but she clay in my hands Quicker than sand i hope you understand Not to be fucked with i'm changing your plans And don't touch my chains And don't touch my briads And don't touch my money you'll touch a nice fade It's like everyday it's a new fucking wave New fucking story, some new fucking slaves New fucking questions bout who's new today Who's competition and who's in my way Who's who in music don't matter to me cuz i'm giving these styles and this crack all for free It's like i'm a dragon i'm balling like z It's like i'm a simpson Apu all the strings (apu all the strings) It's like i'm a simpson Apu all the strings (apu all the strings) It's like i'm a simpson Ah... You know i'm all on my busy shit Bought up the DKNY on my illy shit Them bitches fake but yo this what it really is Swerving on freeways on philly shit All on some silly shit Gulping the brown, got no etiquette My shit ridiculous Start to finish i be killing shit baby Damn... Start to finish i be killing shit baby
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