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Fecha de emisión: 07.05.2020
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Barefoot |
Well, well, well |
Last bitch made me wake up with one sock |
Bitch, I went barefoot, haha |
The fuck, man? Crazy |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Ayy |
Man, damn, I fell in love with a thot |
Shit, I don’t know, it might just be the top |
Like a butcher, fuck it, let 'em meet the chop |
Nigga get hit by the shell like Barack |
Yeah, I go M.I.A. when shit get hot (Out the way) |
Shit, only thing I’m scared of is the cops (Nah, for real) |
They don’t believe the feds real 'til they stuck in that box |
Damn, this bitch head ill, I don’t care if she a thot (I don’t care) |
Niggas braggin' 'bout jail, I respect who ain’t get caught |
You ain’t put your people in position, then you ain’t a boss |
Nigga got aggressive 'cause my bitch told him to pay the cost |
He was tryna take the box like when they turn the cable off |
Lost a couple people that I love, but it ain’t a loss |
Devil on my shoulder, I’m like shut up, let the angel talk |
It ain’t fun fuckin' hoes no more 'cause this dick make 'em stalk |
She suckin' my dick so lazy, might just made her walk |
Seen my dog losin' hope, I’m tryna tell him he the G.O.A.T. |
It’s a lot of shit I need, but I ain’t never need a ho |
Better watch that slick mouth before we hit you with the scope |
When we score, it’s teardrops like I hit 'em with a flow |
Man, damn, I fell in love with a thot |
Shit, I don’t know, it might just be the top |
Like a butcher, fuck it, let 'em meet the chop |
Nigga get hit by the shell like Barack |
Yeah, I go M.I.A. when shit get hot (Out the way) |
Shit, only thing I’m scared of is the cops (Nah, for real) |
They don’t believe the feds real 'til they stuck in that box |
Damn, this bitch head ill, I don’t care if she a thot (I don’t care) |
You ain’t send no pape', you left your mans in there to rot |
Hyped that nigga way up, now your mans up in the sky |
We was robbin' everything, put your hands up in the sky |
Like Edward Scissorhands, lay in your grass and get to choppin' shit |
They say early bird get the worm, we was robbin' shit |
When they said, «Why you ain’t droppin' shit?» We was droppin' shit |
I ain’t gotta swipe no more, but still be swipin' shit |
Feel like Michael Vick, come out the pocket for some spiky kicks |
Sick niggas braggin' 'bout that lil' nigga fashion |
I got rich nigga habits, I got big nigga status |
Lot of sticks like a cactus, come get hit with a package |
Yeah, we runnin' through the motherfuckin' scripts like this practice |
Bands and drums, don’t get nicked with the cannon |
Stick on like a magnet, call me Prince, keep the ratchet |
Damn, I think they on to us, fuck it, I’ma still chance it |
Told my ex-bitch to cry me a river, Kilpatrick |
Ayy, it be the ones that talk the most shit that be the poorest |
Free them boys, fuck the hook like I don’t need a chorus |
Just cut this one freak off 'cause when she 'round, she keep recording |
Bitch, I’m so fuckin' up, but not a sleep disorder, ayy |
Damn, I fell in love with a thot |
Shit, I don’t know, it might just be the top |
Like a butcher, fuck it, let 'em meet the chop |
Nigga get hit by the shell like Barack |
Yeah, I go M.I.A. when shit get hot (Out the way) |
Shit, only thing I’m scared of is the cops (Nah, for real) |
They don’t believe the feds real 'til they stuck in that box |
Damn, this bitch head ill, I don’t care if she a thot (I don’t care) |