CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Intro
(Major)
Desoto is probably, like, seven to ten minutes outside of Dallas
My story, long story short
It was me, my mama, and my dad
Hm, I ain't even popped out on hoes
I ain't even hurt feelings yet
The only reason b*t*hes still standin' 'round this ho is 'cause I ain't come and kill 'em yet (B*t*h)
I ain't never had to touch a ho 'cause b*t*hes only poppin' on the internet
And all them b*t*hes better love it or a ho can hate it
N***a, I ain't finished yet
Big neck with that woodgrain
Dallas b*t*h with that frame on
I ain't f**kin' with them b*t*hes who I used to know 'cause they gon' really change on me
New money, old money
They was mad I made it rain on 'em
And I ain't wanna sponsor everybody and their mama even with a chain on me
Dropped out of school to come sh*t on these b*t*hes
But maybe they think I'm enrolled
Maybe they think that I don't see the sh*t they be talkin'
But, baby, go play with your ho
'Cause I'm not what you want
You can get cut in your throat
All of my b*t*hes on go
Pull out the brush when I'm havin' that forty
I love when it's straight and it's touchin' the floor
Don't know about me, n***a, read about me (B*t*h)
Tell them b*t*hes come and see about me
The way them n***as lookin' at me when I'm in the club
I know they really dreamin' 'bout me
B*t*hes love to share the tea about me
Don't forget to say the facts, b*t*h
Pretty face with the money long
And b*t*hes know I'm really that (Ho)
Um, I lived with my mom majority of the time
Spent a lot of time with my dad on the weekends
Grew up, they put me through school
Got to college, um
I lived in the suburbs
Uh, I was a cheerleader, I was on drill team
I played volleyball
They always had me in something, my parents always wanted me doing something
So they kept me in there
And then I grew up, went off to college
Left school to do music
And now we here
Desoto is probably, like, seven to ten minutes outside of Dallas
My story, long story short
It was me, my mama, and my dad
Hm, I ain't even popped out on hoes
I ain't even hurt feelings yet
The only reason b*t*hes still standin' 'round this ho is 'cause I ain't come and kill 'em yet (B*t*h)
I ain't never had to touch a ho 'cause b*t*hes only poppin' on the internet
And all them b*t*hes better love it or a ho can hate it
N***a, I ain't finished yet
Big neck with that woodgrain
Dallas b*t*h with that frame on
I ain't f**kin' with them b*t*hes who I used to know 'cause they gon' really change on me
New money, old money
They was mad I made it rain on 'em
And I ain't wanna sponsor everybody and their mama even with a chain on me
Dropped out of school to come sh*t on these b*t*hes
But maybe they think I'm enrolled
Maybe they think that I don't see the sh*t they be talkin'
But, baby, go play with your ho
'Cause I'm not what you want
You can get cut in your throat
All of my b*t*hes on go
Pull out the brush when I'm havin' that forty
I love when it's straight and it's touchin' the floor
Don't know about me, n***a, read about me (B*t*h)
Tell them b*t*hes come and see about me
The way them n***as lookin' at me when I'm in the club
I know they really dreamin' 'bout me
B*t*hes love to share the tea about me
Don't forget to say the facts, b*t*h
Pretty face with the money long
And b*t*hes know I'm really that (Ho)
Um, I lived with my mom majority of the time
Spent a lot of time with my dad on the weekends
Grew up, they put me through school
Got to college, um
I lived in the suburbs
Uh, I was a cheerleader, I was on drill team
I played volleyball
They always had me in something, my parents always wanted me doing something
So they kept me in there
And then I grew up, went off to college
Left school to do music
And now we here
