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Paroles de la chanson Detroit Playa par Skilla Baby
Huh?
(Okay Jones)
Huh?
I get real money, these niggas gon' kill for me
My daddy sold dope, my auntie was a real junkie
If I want, I'll take it, ain't gon' steal nothin'
The music make the pill money look like deal money
I know if niggas sin for me, we gon' win somethin'
She gon' treat you like a lame if you don't spin nothin'
Me and brother split it fifty-fifty, we gon' get money
The first fiend I OD'd gave me a sick stomach
(Okay Jones)
Huh?
I get real money, these niggas gon' kill for me
My daddy sold dope, my auntie was a real junkie
If I want, I'll take it, ain't gon' steal nothin'
The music make the pill money look like deal money
I know if niggas sin for me, we gon' win somethin'
She gon' treat you like a lame if you don't spin nothin'
Me and brother split it fifty-fifty, we gon' get money
The first fiend I OD'd gave me a sick stomach
I got a cold bitch, I got a froze wrist
That boy cannot compete with me, he ain't sold shit
A hundred-thousand-dollar kit, I bought my own shit
I got 'bows in, it look like I sold bricks
I got a fetish for fashion, Prada my shoes
If you snitch, get your rat ass blicked, you know the rules
R.I.P. to Nip, I got a pocket full of blues
Play with us and put niggas on the news, no kizzy
I don't fake kick it with no nigga, don't care who he is
Started with a zip of dope, I turned that to a bid
A lot of niggas tough until they gotta do a bid
Catch a nigga out and put a bullet through his lid
That boy cannot compete with me, he ain't sold shit
A hundred-thousand-dollar kit, I bought my own shit
I got 'bows in, it look like I sold bricks
I got a fetish for fashion, Prada my shoes
If you snitch, get your rat ass blicked, you know the rules
R.I.P. to Nip, I got a pocket full of blues
Play with us and put niggas on the news, no kizzy
I don't fake kick it with no nigga, don't care who he is
Started with a zip of dope, I turned that to a bid
A lot of niggas tough until they gotta do a bid
Catch a nigga out and put a bullet through his lid
All my bitches pretty, thicker than Tahiri, huh?
Audemars Piguet, all my pants Mike Amiri
I was done rappin', my young niggas say they wanna hear me
Don't hang with a lot of rappers, real street niggas only
Leave the studio at two o'clock and pull up to the Coney
I know real tweakers, they'll run up on you for your Rollie
I provide the guns for the slide, they come with the stollie
Huh? Huh? Nowadays, we call 'em strikers
Backwoods, '42, and fried chicken in my rider
Bitch snatcher, lil' boy, I'm takin' your bitch if I like her
To the mall, buy her somethin' that you can't afford to buy her
Audemars Piguet, all my pants Mike Amiri
I was done rappin', my young niggas say they wanna hear me
Don't hang with a lot of rappers, real street niggas only
Leave the studio at two o'clock and pull up to the Coney
I know real tweakers, they'll run up on you for your Rollie
I provide the guns for the slide, they come with the stollie
Huh? Huh? Nowadays, we call 'em strikers
Backwoods, '42, and fried chicken in my rider
Bitch snatcher, lil' boy, I'm takin' your bitch if I like her
To the mall, buy her somethin' that you can't afford to buy her
Real city nigga, that's just how them boys raised
Add some more diamonds to my neck when that pressure on
All my bitches bad as fuck, I ain't hittin' regular hoes
Bitches ratted out, niggas rats, where is pest control?
Open up a stadium when I point the blicky at his dome
I don't like out of town, I'm only comfortable at home
If I start robbin' these outsiders, I'd be wrong
I like city bitches, out of town bitches leave me 'lone
Young nigga, I like all my hoes grown
(Okay Jones)
Add some more diamonds to my neck when that pressure on
All my bitches bad as fuck, I ain't hittin' regular hoes
Bitches ratted out, niggas rats, where is pest control?
Open up a stadium when I point the blicky at his dome
I don't like out of town, I'm only comfortable at home
If I start robbin' these outsiders, I'd be wrong
I like city bitches, out of town bitches leave me 'lone
Young nigga, I like all my hoes grown
(Okay Jones)
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