Paroles

Yeah I know how you feel We be going through the same shit Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Yeah, everybody shady, baby I know how you feeling Who you think you fooling homie? That ain't how you living Let me eat that coochie baby, you looking like a meal Every time I step out, I be looking like a million Everybody shady, baby I know how you feeling Who you think you fooling homie? That ain't how you living Let me eat that coochie baby, you looking like a meal Every time I step out, I be looking like a million Baby I'm a zombie, you know I be having no feelings If a nigga try me, on my mommy, I'm gon kill him I came from the bottom, now I'm saucy, I got chicken I poured so much liquor on my liver, I ain't kidding, ay Jackboy that's my nigga, we so alike, that nigga my synonym, ay I'ma need two hundred to rock the mic and that's the minimum yeah I know everytime you hit my line it's for some money I been in them projects all my life, this shit ain't funny Yeah, everybody shady, baby I know how you feeling Who you think you fooling homie? That ain't how you living Let me eat that coochie baby, you looking like a meal Every time I step out, I be looking like a million Everybody shady, baby I know how you feeling Who you think you fooling homie? That ain't how you living Let me eat that coochie baby, you looking like a meal Every time I step out, I be looking like a million Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah I'm dripping in Christian Dior I'm walking out of Saks with a sac boy Shit the boost I get it out of the stoor, I still got dirty money Project baby, ain't one fucking chart Like an athlete ran it up, and my car a foreign sport Blood bath, full of paper dork Cute big ass gun, not short Big firearm, I'm toting a torch Lil' bitch get, let her on I put you on the news, shoot your mom, air it out, no loose Lit nigga with a short ass fuse I'm quick to show a bih what the pistol do Quick shot b, rock and roll I don't start shit I just go with the flow Unless I catch sucker, I ain't quick to play dumb You are ready to fight, til' he saw her gun Yeah, beef with the wrong one Stand your ground, lil' one, I'ma gun you down can't run Me a come that same way so I know you want sum Ayy, ayy Yeah, everybody shady, baby I know how you feeling Who you think you fooling homie? That ain't how you living Let me eat that coochie baby, you looking like a meal Every time I step out, I be looking like a million Everybody shady, baby I know how you feeling Who you think you fooling homie? That ain't how you living Let me eat that coochie baby, you looking like a meal Every time I step out, I be looking like a million
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Bill K. Kapri, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Pierre Delince Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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