SUPABIEN şarkı sözleri

Supa-bien, uh Uh Cuban on my chain How my bitches get the linkin Money on my mind If you gon ask me what I'm thinkin' Skateboard P How my jewelry gets to clinkin' Dank OG how my clothes gon end up stinkin I'm doin' supabien, I'm sorry how are you? (how are you?) Alright now back to me, I on that that gin and juice (I'm on that gin and juice) They told me never go easy on bitches If ever I'm in the booth Ran outta paper Writing my bars on the Bible I been the truth (been the truth) I still fear the lord Still do what I want I guess I'm a sinner too (sinner too) 'Cause I'm into fine bitches, and I'm into niggas too Ain't never been son'd Ain't never been nobody's you since I been in school Couldn't walk in my tennis shoes Couldn't run in my winter boots (winter boots) Money mixed with envy Makes me problems Problems I got plenty Since I got the money Life is Gucci Don't let no bitch dress me Don't let no man stress me Snakes in my garden just slithered out (slithered out) Koman ou ye Brought my hitters out (hitters out) I might just bring Karen Civil out Word to my zoe man, ' 'Cause I chase nothing but dough man I want monopoly I'm talkin' credit like 800 or better I want a lot for me, I want to own my own property Bankroll, bankroll, big tings, big robe Rain drop, rainbows, peng tings, pesos Aye, aye, let's go (aye, aye, let's go)