g.m.g jay finesse & chaser back 2 back şarkı sözleri

(Ayy) Skrt’ off leave em’ in the back Takin’ off in the hellcat Just look at the back Pull up we strapped with a gat With beams and a titty attached Run up you get wacked We ain’t doing no tic for tac But you get sticked like a tac Turning niggas to pack In the stu’ got exotic Roll up sum woods Now I’m high out my body (Ayy) Money I chase it Ain’t chasin’ no bitch You bitches is basic Roll up a wood Then I just face it Smoke out the zip of gelato Do 10 on a Fargo Get them packs by the cargo In the back of the Tahoe I’m countin’ up pesos New drip on my hip Louie on my back With a Glock in it You know I‘m saucin’ shit Just let me say this Look at me I’m dipped My neck and wrist (Ooo) check my drip Think I’m barbecue How I sauce in this bitch Shake that ass Let it drop lil’ bitch Bring it back up Throw it back on the dick Gone head do a split After she suck Robbie Gould how I kick (Uhh) It’s Finesse and Chaser We chasin’ the paper And ballin’ like lakers Droppin’ hits they can’t take us Play a bitch like sega You know I’m a playa’ Just watch how I do it Don’t get into it Cause my niggas ruthless Bussin’ off pills and strapped with a tooly Gettin top from a thot While I’m ridin’ in 2 seat Ain’t takin no pictures My life is a movie (Chaser) Chaser behind the wheel He gone do like 150 I’m in Ricobenes And I’m Grippin’ her titties This dope too loud Ion’ think you hear me I’m dressed in high fashion Niggas respect me with a passion Ion’ f*ck with bitches that wear eyelashes Unless I’m finna f*ck And pass her If Ian’ makin’ no money Ian’ finna gas her Money first That’s the only answer She a lil’ dancer She tryna’ turn up Still got my glizzy tucked I can’t trust her He said he was tough Really he a bitch I shot his og and he snitched F*ck the bullshit Be chaser bitch Me and my Ruger like Lilo and stitch I hop out the car I’m on some Batman shit My bitch always wanna 5 pack And shit I can’t stand that bitch In the crib I can’t stand that shit Off a perk you gone take this dick Right after school hittin’ them licks Can’t tell u wat I know Ian sayin shit I want the riches before the fame Shopping downtown smokin on propane Off white t shirt Crispy wit no stains Stop playin wimmie this shit ain’t no game
Sanatçı: G.M.G Jay Finesse & Chaser
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
Ajans/Yapımcı: Belirtilmemiş
Şarkı Süresi: 2:06
Toplam: kayıtlı şarkı sözü
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