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Paroles de la chanson Rabbit Island par Freddie Gibbs
Jam (Jam), jam, bitch
You know what I'm sayin'? (Get your notes together, nigga)
Ayo
Slammin', Eastside, drugs in my bloodstream
Killer with the illegitimate funds, I got 'em scrubbed clean (Yeah, yeah)
Pussy had me too excited, picked up on the first ring (Yeah)
Chopped some blow and fucked that ho to Joe, I made a love scene (Yeah, yeah)
Slangin' on this blade, steadily prayin' they don't cut me (Yeah)
Hide my scars with Audemars, got diamond tenants up under the rug
You know what I'm sayin'? (Get your notes together, nigga)
Ayo
Slammin', Eastside, drugs in my bloodstream
Killer with the illegitimate funds, I got 'em scrubbed clean (Yeah, yeah)
Pussy had me too excited, picked up on the first ring (Yeah)
Chopped some blow and fucked that ho to Joe, I made a love scene (Yeah, yeah)
Slangin' on this blade, steadily prayin' they don't cut me (Yeah)
Hide my scars with Audemars, got diamond tenants up under the rug
Me DM flooded from all the hoes that said I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Tigers in my yard like Tyson, get to dicin', niggas is dusty
I'm on four tires and gold wires
Low on the supply, but if she fuckin', then I'm supplyin' (Yeah)
Like Pablo in the Bahamas, drop my dope off on Rabbit Island (Yeah)
I never crash out, I got my life set on auto-pilot (Yeah)
Suck me while I'm drivin', put the Cyber in auto-pilot (Yeah)
They said I was in a no-fly zone, I had no compliance
I had a couple of nothin'-ass hoes on my shoulders cryin'
He dumped her like a thot, he got the roster spot on the Lions
Tigers in my yard like Tyson, get to dicin', niggas is dusty
I'm on four tires and gold wires
Low on the supply, but if she fuckin', then I'm supplyin' (Yeah)
Like Pablo in the Bahamas, drop my dope off on Rabbit Island (Yeah)
I never crash out, I got my life set on auto-pilot (Yeah)
Suck me while I'm drivin', put the Cyber in auto-pilot (Yeah)
They said I was in a no-fly zone, I had no compliance
I had a couple of nothin'-ass hoes on my shoulders cryin'
He dumped her like a thot, he got the roster spot on the Lions
That's how we do, ho, yeah
(He got you, now you think I'ma fuck with you, huh?)
'Cause all the bitch recent contacts was niggas that's on a contract (Yeah)
Ho, I know your salary cap, off the 'Gram, you in a Kia
Fuckin' hoes from all arenas, I ain't got no off-season, bitch, yeah
Fuckin' hoes from all arenas, I ain't got no off-season
Slangin' thangs, my shit bangin' like orangutans
Prices on my head, blood all over this paper, man, yeah
(The Rabbit) Mic check-check, yeah
Yeah, come on, yeah, gotta check-check
Slangin' thangs, my shit bangin' like orangutans
(He got you, now you think I'ma fuck with you, huh?)
'Cause all the bitch recent contacts was niggas that's on a contract (Yeah)
Ho, I know your salary cap, off the 'Gram, you in a Kia
Fuckin' hoes from all arenas, I ain't got no off-season, bitch, yeah
Fuckin' hoes from all arenas, I ain't got no off-season
Slangin' thangs, my shit bangin' like orangutans
Prices on my head, blood all over this paper, man, yeah
(The Rabbit) Mic check-check, yeah
Yeah, come on, yeah, gotta check-check
Slangin' thangs, my shit bangin' like orangutans
Prices on my life, life is what you make it, man (Uh)
Still thuggin', hoes frontin'
Niggas underrate me like Jalen Brunson, but yo, I'm leavin' with somethin'
I'm from around the way, ho can't take my crown away (Yeah)
Starvin' in that cell, feel like I lost like three, four pounds a day
Growin' up in the G, might have to duck at least four rounds a day
Don't wait 'round for no ambulance, bitch, ándale (Yeah)
Murder always complicate, once it's up, it's outer space
Niggas wanna have a kumbaya, but I can't conversate (Nah)
Still thuggin', hoes frontin'
Niggas underrate me like Jalen Brunson, but yo, I'm leavin' with somethin'
I'm from around the way, ho can't take my crown away (Yeah)
Starvin' in that cell, feel like I lost like three, four pounds a day
Growin' up in the G, might have to duck at least four rounds a day
Don't wait 'round for no ambulance, bitch, ándale (Yeah)
Murder always complicate, once it's up, it's outer space
Niggas wanna have a kumbaya, but I can't conversate (Nah)
We kill 'em, we can't conversate (We can't conversate)
No more talk, that's for the weak
Got a brand-new switchy with an itchy trigger finger, fuck a tweak
And if you cross me in the street, I pray to God you think it's sweet
I put some change up on your head and have your name stuck on your feet
I fuck your , I fuck your name up in the street
Like Jussie Smollett, label looked at your first week, that shit was cheeks
Rabbit bakin' cakes and all of these pussies gon' get a piece
Gangster Kane, I ain't ashamed like Jermaine, I won't delete, nigga
Fin poppin', opps droppin'
Handicapped that nigga, gave him front-row parkin', I leave a bitch with options
No more talk, that's for the weak
Got a brand-new switchy with an itchy trigger finger, fuck a tweak
And if you cross me in the street, I pray to God you think it's sweet
I put some change up on your head and have your name stuck on your feet
I fuck your , I fuck your name up in the street
Like Jussie Smollett, label looked at your first week, that shit was cheeks
Rabbit bakin' cakes and all of these pussies gon' get a piece
Gangster Kane, I ain't ashamed like Jermaine, I won't delete, nigga
Fin poppin', opps droppin'
Handicapped that nigga, gave him front-row parkin', I leave a bitch with options
Slangin' thangs, my shit bangin' like orangutans
Prices on my life, life is what you make it, man (Yeah)
Prices on my life, life is what you make it, man (Yeah)
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