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Paroles de D$M Cypher 2

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Paroles de la chanson D$M Cypher 2 par BabyTron lyrics officiel

D$M Cypher 2 est une chanson en Anglais

(Damjonboi)

Plug said it's footballs around, I told him, "Throw a spiral"
Scratched off on twelve, they thought that I was finna show the title
Stump him out and post the vid, he sick he goin' viral

We gon' slide OT, they meet us on arrival
All my opps broke as fuck, I don't got no rivals
Boy, yo' sauce runnin' out, you need a scam revival
Marcelo Burlon tee on, bitch, I'm feelin' tribal
Hit the road every day, ain't even have no license
Ain't no callin' my jugg phone, bitch, you gotta Skype me
Got a site and he so fast, that bitch hit like lightnin'
(Boy, the way that I punch shit, you would think I'm fightin')
'018, no ATT, I go and hit Verizon

'Bows comin' straight through FedEx, we finna overnight 'em
Don't talk about my ex, that bitch dead, man, these hoes is triflin'
In the cockpit takin' different drugs like I know the pilot
(If I catch a opp walkin' out the crib, I'ma have to snipe him)
Put a opp nigga on a T-shirt, we finna advertise him
7.62s comin' out the Drac' look like Oscar Mayer's
Doin' donuts in the Redeye, I done popped the tires
(Thirty dot on me goin' through at Walmart, I don't shop at Meijer's)

It ain't startin' with no five, I won't even try it
And my sick so exotic, niggas couldn't find it
Stacked as hell, was bunrt up in my benny's, damn near couldn't bite it
Mom's mad, fuck around and gave her phone a virus
And how yo' bitch give me head? Guess she open-minded
Got a chop, not a Drac', guess this bitch Osiris
Shit be goin' through yo' ears so its never mind it
Say you ballin'? Check his stats, what's his plus-minus?
Punch licks before the whip, you was bus ridin' (bitch)

Virgil did the shirt but it's Purple on my pants
Got a glizzy with a switch, extra clip for his mans
You ain't SBDSM if you ain't hit the store and jam
Brodie missed, finna pop him on a cam
Don't be hoppin' in this ride if you ain't really down to blam

Choppa got a grip with a hunnid round under it
I can't even give yo' ass no bag 'cause you gon' fumble it (lame)
You was playin' with that WAP, now what's up with it?
Please don't think that we don't got no guns 'cause we don't post that shit
Try me if you want and that's the day you meet the Lord
Got that metal on me like a knife but not a sword
I would hate me too, I'm wearin' shit you can't afford
We been fuckin' for some hours, damn, I'm gettin' bored
You can't tax me, bitch, I'm plugged in like a cord
We gon' flip that bitch, you better not slide in that Ford

Weed sticky, bitch, I'm off a three-five of S'mores
Campin' in the bushes, finna put him in a morgue
This is not tomato juice, Acty what I pour

Shit, I was searchin' for the red, think I need a deuce
It's a light-ass day, only hit for two
Better get your boo
Say she likin' how I smell, Za and Jimmy Choo
Conversatin' with the Wock' like, "I'm feelin' you"
We just need your SSN, we can push it through
I'm movin' different off the whippits and the gummy shrooms
Like how you pull five racks and they ain't even new?
Face a eighth, say why not she think '42
Ron shootin' basketballs, he don't even hoop

Fat nigga but the jeans skinny
Helmut Langs on my body, I done paid like three-fifty
Big B's top runners but these not no 350s
How you got no cheese but out here tryna beef with me?
How you got no cheese but out here tryna eat with me?
I done poured a whole heart now I got a three with me
Left the ShittyBoyz show, now I got a freak with me
And got her off the onion pack, lil' bitch in here geeked with me

Choppa gay as hell, it got some nuts but it twerk so crazy
Runnin' off? This bitch'll pat yo' back, B done burped yo' baby
Purple jeans on my ass, I don't perp' though, baby
Fire blew him like the wind, put him in the Earth so crazy
Buffs hangin' off my shirt, collar got my tee drenched
Every time I open up my closet I get seasick
For my dough, B done baked his ass like a deep dish
We'll pull up wavin' sticks around, on some Wii shit
Za smoke, mirror tints, I can't see shit

LA, Miami, New York, I took three trips
.223s hittin' everybody like a freak bitch
On a steak diet, you would probably think I lean sip
Ridin' 'round with a mini Drac' and a mean bitch
Fifty on me, pull up on her in a Hellcat
She put that kitty on me
Why you go and grab a thirty-six? You got a mini Rollie
That's a bitch watch
Lookin' like a bitch with yo' bitch doin' TikToks (ShittyBoiz)

Pints, 'bows, and pills, bitch, I'm jugglin'
Cuddy in that Scat with the bee, hear it bumblin'
VIP booth, throwin' pape', you hear it thunderin'
Off filet mignon, I'm sick I hear yo' stomach grumblin'
Sippin' Quagmire, I might get fat like Peter Griffin
Talkin' 'bout he got the hoes but got a eater with him
Me and you got the same shoes but I look cleaner in 'em
(Like th exact same shoes)
Celine off the Chanel, I'm in this bitch triple C-in'
Me, Ju, and Scrumble caught a opp, we finna triple team him
(Oh my God) pause
New condo, I just spent a twenty on a Kaws
Catch him in that deep, do him like I'm Jaws

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
You know what the fuck goin' on
Droits parole : paroles officielles sous licence Lyricfind respectant le droit d'auteur.
Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.
Auteurs: James Johnson, Johnathan Burt
Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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