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Idioma de la canción: Inglés
Experiments |
| Bitch I made 60 on experiments |
| They Feds hit that door, Is you gon' punk up? |
| Can you get them grams down the toilet when you got one flush? |
| Can you handle all that shit that you be speaking? |
| Set up in a town, find a trap and keep it secret? |
| Can you handle all that shaving and that pack work |
| Told when you home, don’t blow yo cheese you gotta stack first |
| Bitches askin' where im at im O. T Genesis |
| My brothers caught a case and it was theft of identity |
| All the poor times bitch we remember Meech |
| Takin' Meech chances on the road with yams in the seat |
| Give him 81 he catching balls like he megatron |
| When im in the south I always post up at the Chevron |
| Phone slap like it’s a telethon |
| I can’t stand a fake bouji bitch I need ghetto vibes |
| Keep it street with me, I keep it street with you |
| My lil niggas poppin' beans they on the loose |
| They dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot |
| Til i showed his lil ass 300 he like (wooo) |
| They dont like the way we move they say we rude |
| 700 oranges, im like Bishop I got juice |
| Are 5's in the sky lil nigga we like (wooo) |
| Dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof |
| Keep it street with me, I keep it street with you |
| My lil niggas poppin' beans they on the loose |
| They dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot |
| Til i showed his lil ass 300 he like (wooo) |
| They dont like the way we move they say we rude |
| 700 oranges, im like Bishop I got juice |
| Our 5's in the sky lil nigga we like (wooo) |
| Dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof |
| Make it happen with the bag bitch I promise |
| Doubled off the dog tripled off of Roxies |
| Got every color for a head like Tekashi |
| Get a light bag and stuff a bitch I met at Onyx |
| The hoes dont never like my vibe they say its toxic |
| If you dont know my trapworth bitch im polished |
| Bitch ain’t never see no cheese he too modest |
| Spot still slappin i cook more than Betty Crocker |
| No Soulja Boy shit big Draco with the comma |
| I ain’t Ruth Chris her boy I hit her off Carrabba’s |
| Niggas hate im up but the bitches gon' remind em |
| Got experience, experiments be perfect timin' |
| Hoes love the way the racks look off my thighs |
| Work my way up from a slice until I had a pie |
| Countin' up the huns and twenties in a pile |
| Tell they ass that Im the top chef and take a bow |
| Keep it street with me, I keep it street with you |
| My lil niggas poppin' beans they on the loose |
| They dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot |
| Til i showed his lil ass 300 he like (wooo) |
| They dont like the way we move they say we rude |
| 700 oranges, im like Bishop I got juice |
| Our 5's in the sky lil nigga we like (wooo) |
| Dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof |