CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : DJ Screw
Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
Pull up in that thing that go zoom
Goin' so fast, do the dash, goin' past you
I feel blessed like "achoo"
Aim the gun at you, shooter he blast you
Sippin' DJ Screw, RIP DJ Screw
Yeah, I'm sippin' on the lean
Drop a xan in, feeling like a fiend
He want a pint? Then I'm taxin'
Beyoncé, how I let the choppa sing
So many pints, make a codeine sea
I'm so gone, that I can't even see
Eyes so low, pupils so small
Gone off the codeine, all day and tomorrow
All that rap cap sh*t, sayin' you got an Audemar
When I walk up in the mall, yeah, I really buy it all
When you walk up in the mall, yeah, you really window shop
Give a f**k 'bout you or your homies, you pull up you get shot
Call me Ferris Wheel, pull up on him and I spin his block
They scared of me, cause they know I'm really a dog
And they mad at me, cause they know they ain't got none at all
Stack my money up, now my money Shaquille tall
Too many amounts, that's what I got
Too many amounts, that's what I got
Too many clothes, yeah, that's what I got
STD's what your b*t*h got
Yeah, you don't want smoke, oh that's what I thought, yeah
Pull up in that thing that go zoom
Goin' so fast, do the dash, goin' past you
I feel blessed like "achoo"
Aim the gun at you, shooter he blast you
Sippin' DJ Screw, RIP DJ Screw
Lean, lean, lean
Pull up in that thing that go zoom
Goin' so fast, do the dash, goin' past you
I feel blessed like "achoo"
Aim the gun at you, shooter he blast you
Sippin' DJ Screw, RIP DJ Screw
Yeah, I'm sippin' on the lean
Drop a xan in, feeling like a fiend
He want a pint? Then I'm taxin'
Beyoncé, how I let the choppa sing
So many pints, make a codeine sea
I'm so gone, that I can't even see
Eyes so low, pupils so small
Gone off the codeine, all day and tomorrow
All that rap cap sh*t, sayin' you got an Audemar
When I walk up in the mall, yeah, I really buy it all
When you walk up in the mall, yeah, you really window shop
Give a f**k 'bout you or your homies, you pull up you get shot
Call me Ferris Wheel, pull up on him and I spin his block
They scared of me, cause they know I'm really a dog
And they mad at me, cause they know they ain't got none at all
Stack my money up, now my money Shaquille tall
Too many amounts, that's what I got
Too many amounts, that's what I got
Too many clothes, yeah, that's what I got
STD's what your b*t*h got
Yeah, you don't want smoke, oh that's what I thought, yeah
Pull up in that thing that go zoom
Goin' so fast, do the dash, goin' past you
I feel blessed like "achoo"
Aim the gun at you, shooter he blast you
Sippin' DJ Screw, RIP DJ Screw
Lean, lean, lean