作词 : Fatty Wrist 作曲 : CorMill touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang 040 in my hand one shot blow your head 040 in my hand one shot one shot touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang 040 in my hand one shot blow your head 040 in my hand one shot
i finally did that thing that you say nasty with that white ***** i finally kill that new song and i left a perfect crime scene find a new ***** find a new ***** is she your ***** what
i thought she going make it go clear i thought she wont call you dear i thought she will cut you off cause last night she was drinking my beer young money in my bag i got these bad b*****s she going do the private dance butty savage i don't need brands on me i don't need chains on me i got the money tree and b*****s will come for it ice on my fatty wrist freeze like the outer space lawyer don’t want my case real chigga go solve your things music drug put it in your cup you ain’t pull over till i tell u to stop you think u the thug but you running from the cops sipping on that lean like your head just got knocked
I don't know what is he talking about
chigga wanna start a war but you can’t even say a word you ***** saw u and slammed the door you learn from me but not a quarter crash your car in front u door break your ankle like i m the 3 made a million that’s not a dream i see the truth but what you see flexing flexing that’s my J-O-B diamond o my sleeve like water on the leaves gold on my ***** gold on my teeth gold on my beats i m like a golden beast
I don’t know what is he talking about...
touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang 040 in my hand one shot blow your head 040 in my hand one shot one shot touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang 040 in my hand one shot blow your head 040 in my hand one shot
作词 : Fatty Wrist 作曲 : CorMill touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang 040 in my hand one shot blow your head 040 in my hand one shot one shot touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang 040 in my hand one shot blow your head 040 in my hand one shot
i finally did that thing that you say nasty with that white ***** i finally kill that new song and i left a perfect crime scene find a new ***** find a new ***** is she your ***** what
i thought she going make it go clear i thought she wont call you dear i thought she will cut you off cause last night she was drinking my beer young money in my bag i got these bad b*****s she going do the private dance butty savage i don't need brands on me i don't need chains on me i got the money tree and b*****s will come for it ice on my fatty wrist freeze like the outer space lawyer don’t want my case real chigga go solve your things music drug put it in your cup you ain’t pull over till i tell u to stop you think u the thug but you running from the cops sipping on that lean like your head just got knocked
I don't know what is he talking about
chigga wanna start a war but you can’t even say a word you ***** saw u and slammed the door you learn from me but not a quarter crash your car in front u door break your ankle like i m the 3 made a million that’s not a dream i see the truth but what you see flexing flexing that’s my J-O-B diamond o my sleeve like water on the leaves gold on my ***** gold on my teeth gold on my beats i m like a golden beast
I don’t know what is he talking about...
touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang 040 in my hand one shot blow your head 040 in my hand one shot one shot touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang touch my gang 040 in my hand one shot blow your head 040 in my hand one shot
