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Paroles de la chanson Tables Turns par Hotboii
Once them tables turned, lil' nigga, you ain't got the same plays no more
Once them bridges burned, lil' nigga, can't go the same way no more
I was sittin' in that cell, writin' BM, lot of gang went ghost
But I can't blame them, I couldn't save them, now I shit on them the most
Once them tables turned, lil' nigga, no, you can't wrap a plate up
Baby, I'm lit, real as it gets, so ain't got time to play love
Give me your heart, that's all, that's it, already my mind been made up
Look at my wrist, I really got time, so ain't got time to wait up
Once them bridges burned, lil' nigga, can't go the same way no more
I was sittin' in that cell, writin' BM, lot of gang went ghost
But I can't blame them, I couldn't save them, now I shit on them the most
Once them tables turned, lil' nigga, no, you can't wrap a plate up
Baby, I'm lit, real as it gets, so ain't got time to play love
Give me your heart, that's all, that's it, already my mind been made up
Look at my wrist, I really got time, so ain't got time to wait up
Go run it up and I'm going beyond
The life that I live, gotta keep me a gun
"Fuck do you mean, jit? You already won"
Nigga, you a bitch in the streets, did nothin'
I bought thirty switches for this dirty business, don't need thirty killers, know how we come
Yellow lil' bitch, she the color the Sun
Not rentin' and spinnin' Bugatti Veyron
Give the whole world, yeah, to my lil' son
I want you to know that I love you beyond
He want the 'Vette, I'ma order him one
Want a sister, have a daughter or son
Talkin' bitches, I need more than just one
Hit up Lenox, blow a quarter or somethin'
Front and back, thumb goin' in her butt
You a freak bitch, ain't no rollin' my blunt
Rollin' my blunt? No, baby, I'm sorry
I dumped the Lamb', pulled up in a 'Rari
I'm at Ruth's Chris eatin' calamari
Young rich nigga, only fuck on Barbies
Shit so crazy how niggas be changin', he don't know Hot, but that nigga know Varri
Fuck nigga play, he 'posed to be gang, tryna rip my wave, but he wasn't too gnarly
Once them tables turned, lil' nigga, you ain't got the same plays no more
Once them bridges burned, lil' nigga, can't go the same way no more
I was sittin' in that cell, writin' BM, lot of gang went ghost
But I can't blame them, I couldn't save them, now I shit on them the most
Once them tables turned, lil' nigga, no, you can't wrap a plate up (Plate up)
I'm at Ruth's Chris eatin' calamari
Young rich nigga, only fuck on Barbies
Shit so crazy how niggas be changin', he don't know Hot, but that nigga know Varri
Fuck nigga play, he 'posed to be gang, tryna rip my wave, but he wasn't too gnarly
Once them tables turned, lil' nigga, you ain't got the same plays no more
Once them bridges burned, lil' nigga, can't go the same way no more
I was sittin' in that cell, writin' BM, lot of gang went ghost
But I can't blame them, I couldn't save them, now I shit on them the most
Once them tables turned, lil' nigga, no, you can't wrap a plate up (Plate up)
Baby, I'm lit, real as it gets, so ain't got time to play love (Play love)
Give me your heart, that's all, that's it, already my mind been made up (Made up)
Look at my wrist, I really got time, so ain't got time to wait up (Time)
Oh, I ain't got time to wait up
No, I ain't got time to wait up
Uh, uh, I ain't got time to wait up
Give me your heart, that's all, that's it, already my mind been made up (Made up)
Look at my wrist, I really got time, so ain't got time to wait up (Time)
Oh, I ain't got time to wait up
No, I ain't got time to wait up
Uh, uh, I ain't got time to wait up
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