Paroles de la chanson ON THE WAY par Kenny Mason

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Paroles de la chanson ON THE WAY par Kenny Mason

Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh

I'm at the heart of the pit
I'm in the heart of the 6
I'm in the mall with a blick
Niggas'll call it a bliss
Yeah, I put the Prada with Rick, huh
Don't give a fuck if it fit, huh
I don't care who you got pull with
Don't push your luck in this bitch, huh

I don't care who you got cool with
Shit might combust in this bitch, huh
Coppers might bust in this bitch, huh
Shoppers might bust in this bitch, yah
Might wanna duck in this bitch, yah
I don't see nothin' but sticks, yah
It's not one puck in this bitch, yah
It's not one fuck I can give, yah
Don't care what planet this, uh
I just abducted this bitch, yah
Might wanna jump from this ship, yah
Might not wanna fuck with the big dog
I got my piece and it fit, cocked
I keep a piece like a jigsaw
I ride around with a Gen5
I call her Jen, like her lip, jaw
I just reminded the VIP, yuh
I left my mind in the VIP, yuh

I lost my mind in this bitch, yah

Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh

Twenty-five bands in a day, huh

Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh

Wopo
What's up?
What up, bro? Ayy
Hey, Von, roll up some
Ayy, Cam, roll up
Nigga, I don't smoke, the fuck?
Y'all ain't need to get mad, y'all ain't hot no more
Y'all ain't got no more weed
No more weed?
What? Boy, you sound crazy as hell

If we ain't got no more weed, then you already know who we gotta go see then, right?
Crazy? (Oh no)
Look, I'm sorry, the East side can wait
You goin' over this?

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