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Paroles de la chanson Say To Me par R3 Da Chilliman
If you can't tell me what I'm on, n, it's obvious I want a body
We riding Lamborghini, I no longer like Maserati
Don't you know popping it without a weapon, that's how you get killed
Walk down on ‘em, we clapping all through his windshield
This shit real life, ask the last niggas that played with me
I keep a gun on me, you should watch the things that you say to me
If you catch me out with my blower, imma keep blowing
Chrome Hearts chains on my pants, my shoes Rick Owens
We riding Lamborghini, I no longer like Maserati
Don't you know popping it without a weapon, that's how you get killed
Walk down on ‘em, we clapping all through his windshield
This shit real life, ask the last niggas that played with me
I keep a gun on me, you should watch the things that you say to me
If you catch me out with my blower, imma keep blowing
Chrome Hearts chains on my pants, my shoes Rick Owens
If you ain't a shooter or a gunman, you can't join this team
What that n spent on his chain, I spent on a ring
Buying wardrobe from my stylist when she pull up
If you ain't pulled a recent skit then n, shut up
Tell Aretha, all these Franklins in my pocket
Blower on me, I'm in public toting rocket
Crashing foreigns
I get high and get to popping it to the mic
You need to blow a bag cause you don't know how that feel
A millionaire in the making, it's starting to give me the chills
Steak and rice to catch a flight, I done been there
Icy ass n, all this ice look like Big Bear
N, you clearly see the 40, this bitch poking out
Tried to act like I ain't the hottest, but shit, they know it now
What that n spent on his chain, I spent on a ring
Buying wardrobe from my stylist when she pull up
If you ain't pulled a recent skit then n, shut up
Tell Aretha, all these Franklins in my pocket
Blower on me, I'm in public toting rocket
Crashing foreigns
I get high and get to popping it to the mic
You need to blow a bag cause you don't know how that feel
A millionaire in the making, it's starting to give me the chills
Steak and rice to catch a flight, I done been there
Icy ass n, all this ice look like Big Bear
N, you clearly see the 40, this bitch poking out
Tried to act like I ain't the hottest, but shit, they know it now
Forty-one on my wrist, it's a trophy symbol
Ns know we money Threezy, but I don't know them niggas
If you can't tell me what I'm on, n, it's obvious I want a body
We riding Lamborghini, I no longer like Maserati
Don't you know popping it without a weapon, that's how you get killed
Walk down on ‘em, we clapping all through his windshield
This shit real life, ask the last niggas that played with me
I keep a gun on me, you should watch the things that you say to me
If you catch me out with my blower, imma keep blowing
Chrome Hearts chains on my pants, my shoes Rick Owens
Ns know we money Threezy, but I don't know them niggas
If you can't tell me what I'm on, n, it's obvious I want a body
We riding Lamborghini, I no longer like Maserati
Don't you know popping it without a weapon, that's how you get killed
Walk down on ‘em, we clapping all through his windshield
This shit real life, ask the last niggas that played with me
I keep a gun on me, you should watch the things that you say to me
If you catch me out with my blower, imma keep blowing
Chrome Hearts chains on my pants, my shoes Rick Owens
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