Paroles de la chanson Whole Lotta par Only The Family & Lil Durk
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Paroles de la chanson Whole Lotta par Only The Family & Lil Durk
I'm in the studio with killers smoking cookies
And when I'm deep inside that pussy it get mushy
And she got caught with the swipes I had some rookie
Label me a kingpin feds tryna book me
And I need 30 for a show, you try to book me
And I be watching for the hoes say they love me
And I be watching for the niggas say they love me
Say they love me
Grew up in the trenches with no leader
Balenciagas not no Reebok
She said she want her tummy tuck I told her detox
Walked inside Gucci spent 200 for these socks
They'll stab you in your back, that's a backstab
Judge give you twenty years off your background
And when I'm deep inside that pussy it get mushy
And she got caught with the swipes I had some rookie
Label me a kingpin feds tryna book me
And I need 30 for a show, you try to book me
And I be watching for the hoes say they love me
And I be watching for the niggas say they love me
Say they love me
Grew up in the trenches with no leader
Balenciagas not no Reebok
She said she want her tummy tuck I told her detox
Walked inside Gucci spent 200 for these socks
They'll stab you in your back, that's a backstab
Judge give you twenty years off your background
And you can't pay your lawyers 'cause your guys clowns
When a nigga play with my gang, that shit man down
When your homie on that stand, put your head down
You'll be saying in your head, put your hand down
See the opps be on my dick, I turn them fans now
Get the whole hood rich, that's the plan now
On a whole lotta gang shit, yeah
And a nigga can't change shit, yeah
And I'm riding for who I came with, yeah
And I'm dying for who I came with, yeah
Whole lotta money, money, money, money, money
Whole lotta killers, killers, killers, killers, killers
Whole lotta shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters
When a nigga play with my gang, that shit man down
When your homie on that stand, put your head down
You'll be saying in your head, put your hand down
See the opps be on my dick, I turn them fans now
Get the whole hood rich, that's the plan now
On a whole lotta gang shit, yeah
And a nigga can't change shit, yeah
And I'm riding for who I came with, yeah
And I'm dying for who I came with, yeah
Whole lotta money, money, money, money, money
Whole lotta killers, killers, killers, killers, killers
Whole lotta shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters
Whole lotta bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
(Whole lotta)
You ever got snaked by your day ones?
I heard them killers on my ass, he ain't say nothing
And I was chewing on them perkys, 'till my pain gone
And that day that boy got shot, I wish he stayed home
This rap shit who'da thought I get paid off it?
I remember OG going to the head office
And we'll sell our food stamps and get paid off it
He tried that dope and then he turned into a J off it
Niggas say they talk behind my back I say they stay talking
(Whole lotta)
You ever got snaked by your day ones?
I heard them killers on my ass, he ain't say nothing
And I was chewing on them perkys, 'till my pain gone
And that day that boy got shot, I wish he stayed home
This rap shit who'da thought I get paid off it?
I remember OG going to the head office
And we'll sell our food stamps and get paid off it
He tried that dope and then he turned into a J off it
Niggas say they talk behind my back I say they stay talking
Police want me down bad, tried to charge for jaywalking
My little homie went out sad, let them niggas take from him
For the niggas go out sad, I can't put my face on it
On a whole lotta gang shit, yeah
And a nigga can't change shit, yeah
And I'm riding for who I came with, yeah
And I'm dying for who I came with, yeah
Whole lotta money, money, money, money, money
Whole lotta killers, killers, killers, killers, killers
Whole lotta shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters
Whole lotta bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
My little homie went out sad, let them niggas take from him
For the niggas go out sad, I can't put my face on it
On a whole lotta gang shit, yeah
And a nigga can't change shit, yeah
And I'm riding for who I came with, yeah
And I'm dying for who I came with, yeah
Whole lotta money, money, money, money, money
Whole lotta killers, killers, killers, killers, killers
Whole lotta shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters
Whole lotta bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
(Whole lotta)
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