Paroles de la chanson High Demand par Saucy Santana

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Paroles de la chanson High Demand par Saucy Santana

(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)

Bitch, I’m cool (Bitch, I’m cool)
Ho I’m straight (Yeah) (Ho, I’m straight)
I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money)
Can you relate? (Hey)
Bitch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands
Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands
Bitch, I’m cool (Bitch, I’m cool)
Ho I’m straight (Yeah)
I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money)
Can you relate? (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands

Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands

Fuck niggas, I’on feel ‘em
Take his money, don’t never forgive him
All niggas do is lie
Can’t run no game on me but you can try
Fuck niggas be ‘bout game
Can’t control me, don’t run in this lane
Call yo’ broke ass baby mama
Feed her dick and lies but bitch, I’m ‘bout commas
Don’t trust no sour ass nigga
I sign my own check, I could never be bitter
Can’t make me a joke
Run them pockets dry, leave a nigga dead broke
And girl, don’t trust his mama
She be on everybody side, old bitch be wit’ the drama

Now let me give y’all the game
He be in another bitch inbox puttin’ you to shame (Woo)
Don’t give a nigga no fame
He wanna beat it out the box but ain’t givin’ no ring
Girl, extort that nigga
My game tight, you feel short lil’ hitter (Money, money)
Don’t tell these niggas the truth
Lie to that nigga, that’s what he do to you
Sweet talking, I’on wanna hear it
Don’t really want your gifts, baby boy, you can clear it

Bitch, I’m cool (Bitch, I’m cool)
Ho I’m straight (Yeah) (Ho, I’m straight)
I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money)

Can you relate? (Hey)
Bitch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands
Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands
Bitch, I’m cool (Bitch, I’m cool)
Ho I’m straight (Yeah)
I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money)
Can you relate? (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands
Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands

Get there, get there, get there
I’ll slap a bitch out their underwear
Get there, get there, get there
Lay a ho to rest, I don’t even care
A broke nigga? That’s tragic
Paid all year, don’t need no taxes
Now you talkin’ my language
Too busy at the bank, give a fuck what you sayin’

Kobe on the floor, diamonds on the bezel
I’ma let you know, baby, it’s whatever
Jeezy wit’ the snow, I got the key to the streets
She a freak ho, don’t let her lay up in your sheets
These rappers ain’t rappin’ what they living (Nah)
I’m a real bitch though, I’ma rap what it’s giving
I’m finna find me a new man
Boss bitch, do what I want, not what I can (Boss)

Bitch, I’m cool (Bitch, I’m cool)
Ho I’m straight (Yeah) (Ho, I’m straight)
I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money)
Can you relate? (Hey)
Bitch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands

Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands
Bitch, I’m cool (Bitch, I’m cool)
Ho I’m straight (Yeah)
I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money)
Can you relate? (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands
Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands

(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)

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