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Paroles de la chanson Tony Tony par Che (US)

Che on the beat

It's some racks on me, Prada bags on me
I just popped that tag, homie, big ass Glock, I spazz on 'em
Why yo' squad so damn phony? Swear I got swag on me
Why yo' pockets look so damn bony? (Yeah)
I get cheese with pepperoni (Yeah)
She want D, said "Get up on it" (Okay)
I get guap, count it up in the mornin' (Yeah)
Give me that WAP, lil' ho, I'm horny (Woo)
Tony Stark like Tony Tony (Woo)
End yo' block, I roll 'em, roll 'em (Woo)
Shoot that shot, I'm scorin', scorin' (Woo)

This Biscotti got me floatin'

Big ass Lamb' truck, I'm tryna floor it
Put your hands up, bitch I don't know ya
Finna post it up with Magnolia
You a cap, now you a liar (Cap, cap)
Yeah, that swag on me, but you know that, yeah
All black we dressed like a Kodak
Heavy ass bullets, I'm tryna go throw that (Throw that)
I'm on a roll just like a Rolex
Where yo' ho? I'm tryna slut her (Yeah)
If he pose, no runnin', big ol' truck, so worth it
Woah, that bitch so naughty (Yeah)
Say what you want, yeah, baby, I got it (Oh yeah)
And that Lamb' Truck runnin' up mileage (Yeah, ayy)

She suck the dick with no hands 'cause she wildin', yeah
Yeah some niggas cosplay as robbers, yeah
"che-che, drop," lil' bro, I got it
I got queso, yeah, I got cabbage
Told her this Goyard fit in my pocket
So many threats just stood up in my closet
She got a che embedded, nigga pop it
Yeah, so scared, Freddy Krueger, stop it
Yeah, we got cheese, but this without the cottage
Tell Summer Walker that I want the noggin'
Spent a hundred bands, when I walked out of Prada
Nigga clap on her ass when I woke up
Back then they won't catch me on the run
Only wanted the Aerosol, probably gonna die
Shoot a nigga on camera, now that's wild
Yeah, it's Taco Tuesday without the Tac'
Nigga is just tweetin', while I demolish

This nigga turned his back, I shot him
I'm like 2k up in dollars, I'm gettin' too paid, yeah, I'm still the finest
Yeah, bro, when will you get them commas?
Givenchy, boy, it's that timin', yeah
I'm in New York and you know I'm wildin', yeah
Bad bitch, yeah, she wanna go rob it
She get cold like Baskin-Robbins
Niggas see my swag, then they just copy
Two pack, yeah, that's a copy
Shot his face off now that boy look like Kakashi
Say you got money, no profit
R.I.P Chico, a nigga know him up and down
I'm fuckin' yo bitch, just watch me
I'll end this shit, yeah, just suck on my cock (Yeah)
These niggas sit down and potty (Yeah)
That time I was fishin' like Scotty

In the end, yeah, I'll be the highest, yeah

It's some racks on me, Prada bags on me (Yeah, yeah)
I just popped that tag homie, big ass Glock, I spazz on 'em (Okay, yeah)
Why yo' squad so damn phony? (Woo)
Swear I got swag on me (Woo)
Why yo' pockets look so damn bony? (Woo)
I get cheese with pepperoni (Woo)
She want D', said "Get up on it" (Woo)
I get guap, count it up in the mornin'
Give me that WAP, lil' ho, I'm horny
Tony Stark like Tony Tony
End yo' block, I roll 'em, roll 'em
Shoot that shot, I'm scorin', scorin'
This Biscotti got me floatin' (Yeah, okay)

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