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Paroles de 1955

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Paroles de la chanson 1955 par $torm lyrics officiel

1955 est une chanson en Anglais

(Yeah, yeah)
(Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn)

Somebody call up a doctor, sick of my dogs, I'm sick of the hoes (wha-)
She giving me signs, you know I'm blind, No stick or no rose (ha, ha)
Its you it's not me, you know I don't lie, you know how it goes
No sugar no coat, she know the vibes, I know that she knows, ay

Redownload Snapchat gotta get nudes of the bitch (bish)
24 hours, I opened up, got chewed from the bitch (bish)
Fastest way to the diamonds
Should I go rhyming, Should I go mining?
Know it's all about timing
19 minutes, I got familiar with her lining, huh

Could be riding a Harley, made me a loner
loving the jokers
Pass that shit let her roll her
I ain't a stoner, that shit fuck up my boner
I mean to be vulgar
Tryna make my point to the masses
I am a soldier, I should've told her
Finna be away for a bit
Too caught up escaping Sona, huh

How can I think outside of the box, whilst yours stay in front of my mind
I gotta savour the time
The hoe just stays in my mind
Controls my shit like Jefferson or Martin Stein (wha-)
The maze will never be a line
And me and the hoe should never align
But they trepass anyway, charge that crime, lil' bitch

Somebody call up a doctor, sick of my dogs, I'm sick of the hoes (wha-)
She giving me signs, you know I'm blind, No stick or no rose (ha, ha)
Its you it's not me, you know I don't lie, you know how it goes
No sugar no coat, she know the vibes, I know that she-

She send a nigga to the back like 1955, woah
A hundred pounds comin' like she Corpsed Bride, lil' bitch
These niggas switching way too often, pick a side, woah
These niggas switching way too often, ayy

I caught her twisting the words, I'm twisting them back
And I'm putting them right in the verse
your boy can get reimbursed
The pain, the profit, the pussy come live in my hearse, uh-huh

If I say anymore, I'll be making it worse
The point will be proven, I'm making it worse, I guess
Girl over there with the breasts, boy say less
Wanna get shit off her chest
Turned Double-D to Double-A
Now she charged for the night, right
When I see her face go night light
Before this swear you a dyke, right
Got a girl saying I might bite, uh huh

Why lie nigga you were never there
Color key bitch, you will never there
Another me bitch you were never rare, ay

How you gonna come with mileage?
Explain your story with violines
I swear these niggas are wildin
He's slurring his words like Biden, uh-huh (yeah)
I gotta stay on alert
Niggas are coming, they're ready to merk, like

Somebody call up a doctor, sick of my dogs, I'm sick of the hoes (woo)
She giving me signs, you know I'm blind, No stick or no rose (ha, ha)
Its you it's not me, you know I don't lie, you know how it goes
No sugar no coat, she know the vibes, I know that she knows, ay
Somebody call up a doctor, sick of my dogs, I'm sick of the hoes (woo)
She giving me signs, you know I'm blind, No stick or no rose (ha, ha)
Its you it's not me, you know I don't lie, you know how it goes, uh
No sugar no coat, she know the vibes, I know that she knows, uh
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Auteur: Storm Cloud
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