Paroles de la chanson HICCUP par Aminé (Rap US)

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Paroles de la chanson HICCUP par Aminé (Rap US)

B-Bossed up, yeah
Bossed, hey!

[Aminé]
My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
You don't want no problems, bitch, no hiccups (no hiccups)
No hiccups (no hiccups), no hiccups (no hiccups)
He ain't 'bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups (no hiccups)
I don't trust no one (no one)
My wrist is lookin frozen (ice)
Ice cold, too cold, numb (it's cold)
I re-e-ewind (woah)

[Post-Hook: Aminé]

Gave her dick and then I split (yeah), mhm (hee!)
Workin' like I got a shift (yeah), mhm (ayy)
Youngest nigga poppin' shit (yeah), mhm (uh-huh)
Don't want no kids, that's bad as shit (yeah), yeah (no way!)
Had my whole life give and go (yeah), mhm (true true)
24, on 24s (yeah), mhm (skrrt!)
Diamonds on my bi-i-ih (yeah), mhm (on my bitch)
That's drip all on my wri-i-ist (yeah), mhm (uh, on my wrist, yeah, yeah)

[Aminé]
Ass fat (thick!), yeah
Bring it right back (hey)
I'm-I'm in the VIP, 'cause they pay me for this shit
I'ma be here if it's be here, that's your car note on my wrist (huh?)

[Aminé]
My wrist sore (my wrist), my wrist sore (my wrist)
You don't want no problems, bitch, no hiccups (no hiccups)
No hiccups (no hiccups), no hiccups (no hiccups)
He ain't 'bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups (no hiccups)
I don't trust no one (no one), my wrist is lookin' frozen (ice)
Ice cold, too cold, numb (it's cold)
I re-e-ewind (woah)

[Post-Hook: Aminé]
Gave her dick and then I split (yeah, yeah, fuck a Birkin, yeah, yeah)
Workin' like I got a shift (yeah, yeah, puttin' work in, yeah, yeah)

Youngest nigga poppin' shit (yeah, yeah, bitch I'm certain, yeah)
Don't want no kids that's bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)
24, now 24 (Yeah, it's like that)
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
That's drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Gunna]
Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
You hear that we got rich, mhm
Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
I collect it like a bridge, mhm
Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
I was all alone, Yung Gunna ain't got no friends

Wit ya bitch in the mall and spent a couple bands
Don't talk at all ain't into shakin' hands
She offer me some pussy, mouth and ass
My first baguettes are lookin' like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash (mhm)

[ Aminé]
Mhm, yeah
Mhm, yeah
Mhm, yeah
Mhm

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