Paroles de la chanson Road Kill par CJ Kasino

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Paroles de la chanson Road Kill par CJ Kasino

[LilCJ Kasino]
(I'ma do it like that, YB)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Uh (Fuurgg on go)
Uh, yup
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Ayy (Yo, Loomin, that's my bad)

[LilCJ Kasino & Peso Peso]
We be stackin' it up just to fuck this shit off (Ayy, what?)
Told that bitch to come here, come and fuck on a boss (Bitch)
Hit the trap and do magic, bitch, I whip the hard with the soft (Trap)
I get the pack, get it off (Off)

All of that ice, nigga might just start callin' me boss (Bling-blaow, boss)
Take niggas' life when we spinned, ain't no way that we lost (Ayy)
I'm sippin' on Madden, ain't no coughin', if I put some bread on your head, they won't sleep 'til you off (Brrt)
Ayy, first nigga try me, go bring out the chopped up (Bring)
Man of your house what I put in my mouth (Bitch)
I'm the king of the six and the city (Gone bad)
Lil' nigga be snitchin', can't beef with no mouse (Pussy ass)
Take that lil' bitch, we be dickin' her down (Dick)
Y'all can't do shit about me, so niggas just frown (Haha)
Nigga bе dissin' and stealin' my sound

When we catch him, you know that wе blowin' him down (Grrah, grrah)
All of that drip on my wrist, you could drown (Drippy)
Switch on that glick, nigga, you could get down (Glick)
Won't switch on my clique, it's still three-seven-four (Never)
We smoke, we don't blitz, niggas never around (Rrt)
Pull up to shoot with my pistol, it count (Baow)
Remember I used to hits in the count (I did)
Stop playin' with this bitch 'cause them bitches go joggin'
Had to shoot on that bitch, make it shoot with no sound (Peso Peso)

[Peso Peso & Sauce Walka]

I was robbin' him quick, put his face on the ground
Got ice, got hard, got soft, got pound
Got the whole trigger low when I come to your town (Bah)
If you a snitch, you a bitch, then you can't come around
In the Rolls-Royce, in the sittin' up (Kid)
Ran off on the plug, I ain't pickin' up nothin'
Nigga, fuck how they feelin', I'm trappin' and killin', they know I be fuckin' the city up (Peso Peso)
Thirty K in the trap, I ain't got no clean gun
Could find no Forces, I got the Supreme one (Yeah)
I'm a real street nigga and you wanna be one (Ha)
Bend back on the block, nigga call it a re-run (Blatt)

And I put bullet holes, nigga, all in your VLONE (Dap)
That bitch call me whenever she need somethin' to eat on (Yeah)
Treat a ARP like a pillow to sleep on it (Yeah)
We got bodies and bodies, they knowin' what we on (Um-hmm, yeah)

[Sauce Walka]
I'll spend in million for million
I just left the bitch, I think she Brazilian
My diamonds aimin', no Tillman
I'm ridin' with horses, a wonderful feelin'
These bitches, they say that I'm brilliant
All of my diamonds are realest
TSF business, the trillest
New Glock 19 nod camuflage, I call that bitch a chameleon

He ridin' the bike, keep dissin' my squad, I shoot, he poppin' the wheelie
Body hit the floor, he road kill
Uh, I'm type of nigga walk up to your big homie, check that boy like a ho still
TSF business, I walk a fifteen million dollars up, I ain't got no deal
Uh, baby made a hundred forty thousand out last week, but y'all eat it out the ho still
Cali made four thousand dollars week, yeah, but y'all get it out the ho still
All Saks Fifth for the whole spill, walk down six street, no seals
Might send a ass a house, stop, break down a ass on the beat, that's my boy, though
TSF business, what's up, foe?

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