Paroles de la chanson La Familia par Wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$

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Paroles de la chanson La Familia par Wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$

Hey Cris, fuck you!

[Robb Bank$]
I got bands on me (Uh), beams on me (Uh)
Lean on me, do not lean on me (Uh)
See it on me (Uh), get it from me (Uh)
Thirty PT, this ain't NGP

[wifisfuneral]
Hol’ up, like cloud nine
I'm too high when I pass by
Like, why try?
I gotta kill my competition
Like a rid is on my bands that like five guys
You cross my back, well that's your life
That’s the moral I'm preaching

Snake niggas in the cut, cuttin' my grass so I'm peepin' (Woo)
I'm still ridin' Forgi's in the whip though, wit’ a freak hoe
Bend it low, if you down to go
Cool, tend it, bro
Cut shit like a butcher, this shit real smoke (Ayy)
I could blow that cancer up yo’ alley if you wit' though
Ayy, and if my dead man don’t trust you, well then it's fuck it (Uh huh)
And if I send my dead man right at you, you kick the bucket (Huh)
And I can't pray for oppositions, I can't trust that shit
Okay, bitch, I’m up now, fuck next (Yeah)
Why the fuck I need to flex? (Yeah)

Yeah, I know that I'm the best (Yeah)
Tell yo' bitch to drop that neck (Yeah)
Took a vaca' on a jet (Yeah)
Hoe, you know that I am stressed (Yeah)
And these drugs make me a mess (Yeah)
Oh, you, oh, oh

[Robb Bank$]
Scared, man, they know I'm cold-hearted
.223 shoot through the fabrics with the carpet
And bitch, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of them (Yeah)
I'm on the edge, I want revenge like Garette
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Rich Life, la familia, uh, uh
Rich Gang, la familia, uh, uh
That nigga ain't familiar, uh, uh, uh
IPhone screen cracked, broke by me

Got an opp at fourteen and I fucked this four nieces (Okay)
I invoke you to find the path that you're leadin'
Sorry, got strong smokin' strong all season (Ah)
To be the top dog, feel like Tiger Woods
You got me fucked up, wasn't with me in that mud
Watch me get sucked up and get the 'Gram stuck
And now my life gone, whodie what you on?
Bury the homie, uh, like SSET! Where you goin'?
Who that is? Who that is? How you rollin'?
I might pull up in Benz Coupe and hop out and front the police
Like fuck the police

[Robb Bank$]
I got bands on me, beams on me (Uh)
Lean on me (Uh), do not lean on me (Uh)
See it on me, get it from me

Thirty PT, this ain't NGP

[ Robb Bank$]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Rich Life, la familia, uh, uh
Rich Gang, la familia, uh, uh
That nigga ain't familiar, uh, uh, uh

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