Paroles de la chanson My Shit par Bizzy Banks

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Paroles de la chanson My Shit par Bizzy Banks

Get money
What?

I wish a nigga would move wrong (What?)
I finger that bitch with my jewels on (Tahaha)
I told my ex that I moved on (I told that bitch)
Ain't sippin' on Henny, that's too strong (Hah)
She tryna be in my new song (What?)
I used to hit with my shoes on
She askin' me why I treat her like a leg (Haha)
'Cause you ain't my bitch
Drippy shooter, I still be in fly shit
Tell the oppositions get off my dick
What you spend on jeans, I spent up on my grip
Fly nigga, five bands on my fit
Crusin' in a Maybach bumping my shit

Throw the C's up, bumping Pop shit (Ayo cigg)

I ain't talking space, but nigga we'll sky shit
We a rocket, check ya pockets, you ain't got shit
Broke niggas hating in my comments, tell 'em stop it
What's a demon to a fucking goblin?
It don't matter 'cause they both stupid nigga
We could pop out on them, make a movie nigga, me and Rugy nigga
I tell 'em I'm playing just to win
Better watch how you flexin', nigga this is not a gym
My niggas shooting at the rim
Dead ass, we'll shoot him out his Timbs
Only spinnin' if it's tints
That nigga pussy, I know he got a scent
Put his shooter on the bench

My shooter got shot, I kept it ever since
'Cause I ain't playin' with these niggas
Ain't no time for the talking, you see 'em, start spraying on these niggas
Turn these niggas into ashes
These niggas pussy, when they see me they be askin' me for passes
If he moving, nigga blast 'em

I wish a nigga would move wrong (Move wrong)
I finger that bitch with my jewels on (Tahaha)
I told my ex that I moved on (I told that bitch)
Ain't sippin' on Henny, that's too strong (Too strong)
She tryna be in my new song (What?)
I used to hit with my shoes on
She askin' me why I treat her like a leg (Taha)
'Cause you ain't my bitch

Drippy shooter, I still be in fly shit
Tell the oppositions get off my dick
What you spend on jeans, I spent up on my grip
Fly nigga, five bands on my fit
Crusin' in a Maybach bumping my shit
Throw the C's up, bumping Pop shit (Ayo cigg)

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