Paroles de la chanson TAN BANDANA par Melvoni
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KimJ with that heat
40k up on my neck, I need a watch, I might just cop it
Two different jewelers, they keep tryna bust my pockets
Just because I don't want to don't mean that I don't got it
I turned myself into a boss I feel like Gotti
But I won't go out like Gotti, and I won't go out like shawty
I know that they want me and I can say that they plottin'
Won't catch me lackin' coming out the store or at a party
'Cause I go everywhere by myself with nobody, uh
40k up on my neck, I need a watch, I might just cop it
Two different jewelers, they keep tryna bust my pockets
Just because I don't want to don't mean that I don't got it
I turned myself into a boss I feel like Gotti
But I won't go out like Gotti, and I won't go out like shawty
I know that they want me and I can say that they plottin'
Won't catch me lackin' coming out the store or at a party
'Cause I go everywhere by myself with nobody, uh
Tan bandana oh, real gangbanger
Real gunslanger, all real niggas gone
A long time ago, I lost my faith a very long time ago
I know they hate since a very long time ago
If that's the case, I wonder where that trauma go
And Ion't care 'bout no clothes
I remember the feelin' of being ten years old
Runnin' thru the field, feel the grass between your toes
I was thuggin' still, gotta splash to fill the cold
In the hood, late night, with some niggas I call opps now
Do the drill by myself 'cause these niggas talkin' to cops now
Throught the night I earned my stripes, bet they give me my props now
Last nigga tried to play with me, fucked around got shot down
Spin thru, blow the block down, yeah what's crackin'
I got way too much chance so I ain't even cappin'
I'm getting too much money, think I care about no static?
But unless he big hold the Glock, I'll let you have it
Gun jammed, don't worry we poke 'em up
He tried to run, grabbed his shirt and yok 'em up
Got that game in a headlock, squeeze and choke 'em up
If I was broke I would still be makin' niggas open up (That's a fact)
Last nigga tried to play with me, fucked around got shot down
Spin thru, blow the block down, yeah what's crackin'
I got way too much chance so I ain't even cappin'
I'm getting too much money, think I care about no static?
But unless he big hold the Glock, I'll let you have it
Gun jammed, don't worry we poke 'em up
He tried to run, grabbed his shirt and yok 'em up
Got that game in a headlock, squeeze and choke 'em up
If I was broke I would still be makin' niggas open up (That's a fact)
Tan bandana oh, real gangbanger
Real gunslanger, all real niggas gone
A long time ago, I lost my faith a very long time ago
I know they had since a very long time ago
If that's the case, I wonder where that trauma go
Real gunslanger, all real niggas gone
A long time ago, I lost my faith a very long time ago
I know they had since a very long time ago
If that's the case, I wonder where that trauma go
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