Paroles de la chanson Want Beef? 3.0 par YSN Flow & Iceberg
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Paroles de la chanson Want Beef? 3.0 par YSN Flow & Iceberg
Oh, yeah, Sam, that bitch right here go hard
Iceberg want a bag, bitch
My brodie say he ain't coppin' no plea
He ain't livin' for shit, so he feelin' like fuck it
My niggas know that trap finna make us some money
I swear that my big brother love it
Packed the big body, we hop out the G Wagon thuggin'
Everybody with me clutchin'
Everybody who said I wouldn't be shit
Y'all the reason I learned about bluffin'
'Cause these niggas cap, for real
Yo' dog will fed you, then do some shit behind your back, for real
Iceberg want a bag, bitch
My brodie say he ain't coppin' no plea
He ain't livin' for shit, so he feelin' like fuck it
My niggas know that trap finna make us some money
I swear that my big brother love it
Packed the big body, we hop out the G Wagon thuggin'
Everybody with me clutchin'
Everybody who said I wouldn't be shit
Y'all the reason I learned about bluffin'
'Cause these niggas cap, for real
Yo' dog will fed you, then do some shit behind your back, for real
It was times I feel like I wouldn't make it
Man, I don't think 'bout goin' back, for real
I ain't been feelin' the energy niggas been givin' me
I'm on my own shit
Tell my bitch to quit trippin', she hate when we argue
I tell her act like my old bitch
Pop two ten's, I'm on my zone, niggas keep callin' and callin'
Y'all ain't tryna talk about shit, I can't answer the phone
My bitch don't understand that I be thinkin' that I'm doin' right
When I'm doin' her wrong
I was never taught and you gotta understand
Niggas be focused on bitches and rubbers
And never even popped a rubber band
Man, I don't think 'bout goin' back, for real
I ain't been feelin' the energy niggas been givin' me
I'm on my own shit
Tell my bitch to quit trippin', she hate when we argue
I tell her act like my old bitch
Pop two ten's, I'm on my zone, niggas keep callin' and callin'
Y'all ain't tryna talk about shit, I can't answer the phone
My bitch don't understand that I be thinkin' that I'm doin' right
When I'm doin' her wrong
I was never taught and you gotta understand
Niggas be focused on bitches and rubbers
And never even popped a rubber band
We gon' bully the bully
'Cause I need respect where I step
You try play with my top, that's a bet
We got hoes on the section
And young niggas throwin' up sets
Bitch, I don't reach for my chain, that's a threat
I guess money make broke niggas hate you
I heard that I'm beefing with niggas that I ain't even met
Hit up her phone when I'm horny, she know what I'm on
'Cause she on same thing, ho, come give me some neck
I'm with some dope dealers and some cold killers
You try play, then they get out they body
I can not go with her, she a gold digger
Kick her out, make her wait in the lobby
I-I-I want all my brothers to have more than me
I remember her adorin' me, but I decline all her calls
So she got bored of me, I call her a throwaway
Roll up Runtz in the 'Wood, then I blow away
Stare at the ceilin', get lost in my thoughts
I don't think that this feelin' gon' go away
When it feel like you need to be heard
But you know that nobody hear you
And it feel out your body to talk somebody
So you don't even want people near you
I only know 'cause I been through it
But these niggas still tryna play like I'm stupid
Ain't no cap inside my rap, that's prolly why they love my music
Kick her out, make her wait in the lobby
I-I-I want all my brothers to have more than me
I remember her adorin' me, but I decline all her calls
So she got bored of me, I call her a throwaway
Roll up Runtz in the 'Wood, then I blow away
Stare at the ceilin', get lost in my thoughts
I don't think that this feelin' gon' go away
When it feel like you need to be heard
But you know that nobody hear you
And it feel out your body to talk somebody
So you don't even want people near you
I only know 'cause I been through it
But these niggas still tryna play like I'm stupid
Ain't no cap inside my rap, that's prolly why they love my music
We gon' bully the bully
'Cause I need respect where I step
You try play with my top, that's a bet
We got hoes on the section
And young niggas throwin' up sets
Bitch, I don't reach for my chain, that's a threat
I guess money make broke niggas hate you
I heard that I'm beefing with niggas that I ain't even met
Hit up her phone when I'm horny, she know what I'm on
'Cause she on same thing, ho, come give me some neck
'Cause I need respect where I step
You try play with my top, that's a bet
We got hoes on the section
And young niggas throwin' up sets
Bitch, I don't reach for my chain, that's a threat
I guess money make broke niggas hate you
I heard that I'm beefing with niggas that I ain't even met
Hit up her phone when I'm horny, she know what I'm on
'Cause she on same thing, ho, come give me some neck
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