An itibariyle Drake' ye I don't like ile dissi dayayan şarkıcı.
edit: hatalı görünenler için düzeltme.
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[Verse 1: The Game]
Stepped off of that G6
Hit the club on that G shit
You see the belt, that's a G bitch
And I'm 'bout to kill Chief Keef shit
Just killed my nigga Meek shit
Then I killed my nigga French shit
Got a french bitch, no friendship
And she giving my dick a french kiss
A fuck nigga that's that shit I don't like
Arm hanging out the window
Of that black Ghost with them chrome pipes
Tell them niggas it's gon' be a long night
Bitches wanna chill, we gon' need some more ice
Shout out to John Wall, man that nigga nice
Club leaning nigga, we gon' need some more Sprite
Real nigga in these Ray-Bans
Fuck the judge we don't take stands
Tape Feds, we don't shake hands
Put a gap in your mouth, Strahan
Hundred racks in these cargos
Push the button, these cars go
Six cradle that 'Lago
Six spades, black card ho
Got homies out in Chicago
With that full clip on that bullshit
Dang nigga, that's Rozay
Moving packs on 'em in MJs
I got a thick bitch with a thin waist
Got a condo where something slim stay
Got a Rolex Presidente
Got black diamonds, Kunta Kinte
Hot boy like Turk and them
Hot wheels, we swerving them
Next year we getting Deron Williams
Gon' do Lebron like Dirk and them
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
A fuck nigga that's that shit I don't like
They throwin' bottles, I'm throwin' models, just cause I gave a bitch long pipe
Doing shows on the soccer field, that's dome right
I be singing, he be singing so it's on, sight
But hold up, I ain't give a nigga no green light
This head up, my bread up, one on one, What you scared bruh?
Huh, matter fact take care bruh, you a pussy nigga
My nigga Tunechi yeah that nigga nice
Shout out to Nicki man that ass tight
Them eyebrows, man them shits is yikes!
OVO you overdose, screaming YOLO, no I live twice
Sorry
