Paroles de la chanson AMERIKA par Destroy Lonely
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Paroles de la chanson AMERIKA par Destroy Lonely
Black America
Black America, Black America, Black America, huh
Black America, money
Black America (What?), Black America
Hooded up, everything black (Black), fine shit sittin' in the Wagen (Wagen)
Jumpin' out, all black flag (Flag), leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag (Mag), nigga tryin' already to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch (Bitch), and both of them plastic
I got a cup filled up with mud (With mud)
I got your ho tryna wrestle in the mud (No)
Black America, Black America, Black America, huh
Black America, money
Black America (What?), Black America
Hooded up, everything black (Black), fine shit sittin' in the Wagen (Wagen)
Jumpin' out, all black flag (Flag), leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag (Mag), nigga tryin' already to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch (Bitch), and both of them plastic
I got a cup filled up with mud (With mud)
I got your ho tryna wrestle in the mud (No)
Ain't have shit, I had to get it out the dirt (Dirt)
I hit the bank and then I make the money twerk (Twerk)
I got Alyx, drippin' out my shirt (Shirt)
Mink coat, got a bitch on [Purple?]
Her pussy pink, it's drippin' out the skirt (Skirt)
She tryna eat me, 'bout to make a nigga swerve it
Ice cream, no dessert, I know how I might seem at first
Shawty, this might sting, might hurt
But I got a flight, gotta leave for the work
But I got pots, turn me to a Perc'
Yeah, my cleats on the ground, count green, no turf
That ho want some diamonds, gotta eat me first
This ho extra fine, know I need me her
I hit the bank and then I make the money twerk (Twerk)
I got Alyx, drippin' out my shirt (Shirt)
Mink coat, got a bitch on [Purple?]
Her pussy pink, it's drippin' out the skirt (Skirt)
She tryna eat me, 'bout to make a nigga swerve it
Ice cream, no dessert, I know how I might seem at first
Shawty, this might sting, might hurt
But I got a flight, gotta leave for the work
But I got pots, turn me to a Perc'
Yeah, my cleats on the ground, count green, no turf
That ho want some diamonds, gotta eat me first
This ho extra fine, know I need me her
Steppin' outside, gotta keep my fye
Havin' paper on isle, by day, by night
Shawty, I ain't got time, I can't make you mine
Three hoes in line and they all dimes
Niggas hatin', oh nah, can't block my shine
I got bands, bands on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got black, black on her mind
We got black, black on our minds
I'm on bad time, I made her a ten, she used to be a nine, yeah, yeah
I'm with my slime, you ain't by my side, you ain't my kind
Ah, Black America (Ah)
Havin' paper on isle, by day, by night
Shawty, I ain't got time, I can't make you mine
Three hoes in line and they all dimes
Niggas hatin', oh nah, can't block my shine
I got bands, bands on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got black, black on her mind
We got black, black on our minds
I'm on bad time, I made her a ten, she used to be a nine, yeah, yeah
I'm with my slime, you ain't by my side, you ain't my kind
Ah, Black America (Ah)
Black America (Ah), Black America, money (Ah)
Black America, money
Black America (What?), Black America
Hooded up, everything black (Black), fine shit sittin' in the Wagen (Wagen)
Jumpin' out, all black flag (Flag), leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag (Mag), nigga tryin' already to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch (Bitch), and both of them plastic
Black America, huh
Black America, money
Black America (What?), Black America (Baby Money)
Black America, money
Black America (What?), Black America
Hooded up, everything black (Black), fine shit sittin' in the Wagen (Wagen)
Jumpin' out, all black flag (Flag), leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag (Mag), nigga tryin' already to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch (Bitch), and both of them plastic
Black America, huh
Black America, money
Black America (What?), Black America (Baby Money)
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