Correction Paroles Big Bad Wolf par YG

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Ron-Ron go run it up-run it up
Uh, Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that sh*t
If you got it, then you got it
Gotta show that sh*t
Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that sh*t
Throw that sh*t, throw that sh*t
Throw that━

Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that sh*t
If you got it, then you got it
Gotta show that sh*t
Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that sh*t
If that's a lil' baby, gotta mow the b*t*h, ay
Big cuts of that juice, n***a pour that sh*t (Pour that sh*t)
Big blunts in the wood, on police sh*t (Police sh*t)
If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing sh*t (Showing sh*t)
I just flipped hundred grams, all I know is this

Got the choppa before the oppas, they go blocka-blocka
Hollow tips sh*t, turn you into a pop-locker (Pop)
Me and OhGeesy link, it's a head knocker
Everybody eat, It's a Benihana
I call the goonies, I don't point heaters
Pointers on my neck, I don't point fingers
n***as paying eight hundred for some sneakers
I'm paying eight hundred for the scope with the nina
Still sippin' drank, R.I.P that n***a yams
YG four hundred I just flipped a hundred grams
Baby mama, she be trippin' 'cause they wanna f**k her mans
At the show, I'll be showing out so n***a watch your hands
In the club turnt up in a VIP session
Ain't no glicks in the whip, boy they in my presence
And the b*t*h hair like some Herbal Essences
I don't argue with a b*t*h, I give her verbal lessons

I like my Glock nine like my f**king Llama (Bow)
All these b*t*hes they be jealous of my kid mama (Yeah)
All she do is cook, clean and she count commas (Hey)
Mercedes Benz, she won't ride in your f**king Honda (Skr)
I don't got a back-wood, I'm finna roll a Grabba (Ay)
Four hundred degrees like a f**king sauna (Huh)
I don't got a back-wood, I'm finna roll a Grabba (Huh, huh, huh)
Four hundred degrees like a f**king sauna
Rich n***a, boy you know I got rich habits
Silly b*t*h, do tricks like a lil' rabbit
304's on go, they be real savage
f**k a n***a like me, get that real cabbage
Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that sh*t
If you got it, then you got it
Gotta show that sh*t
Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that sh*t
If that's a lil' baby, gotta mow the b*t*h, ay
Big cuts of that juice, n***a pour that sh*t (Pour that sh*t)
Big blunts in the wood, on police sh*t (Police sh*t)
If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing sh*t (Showing sh*t)
I just flipped hundred grams, all I know is this
Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that sh*t
If you got it, then you got it
Gotta show that sh*t
Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that sh*t
If that's a lil' baby, gotta mow the b*t*h, ay
Big cuts of that juice, n***a pour that sh*t (Pour that sh*t)
Big blunts in the wood, on police sh*t (Police sh*t)
If it ain't hundred bands, you ain't showing sh*t (Showing sh*t)
I just flipped hundred grams, all I know is this

Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that sh*t
If you got it, then you got it
Gotta show that sh*t
Tell me touch it with the money, how to throw that sh*t
Throw that sh*t, throw that sh*t
Throw that━

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