CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Accident
These hoes got to hear this sh*t, Saucii
I done ran this sh*t up on a accident
He want smoke about a ho, I hit on accident (Slime)
F**k these shows, if I go broke, we right back flippin' packs again
I feel like I'm chosen, package loadin', [I'm with jack sh*t?]
I see n***as jackin' (Jackin')
Dior on my jacket (Jacket)
I was never askin' (Askin'), I just made it happen (Happen)
I done turned my whole life around, who would've imagined this?
And I keep a whole lot of rounds, don't think my jacket sh*t
Trappin' sh*t, now I got my feet off in this rappin' sh*t
Both feet out the streets, I'm tryna see how far this rappin' get
Might be in too deep, but I ain't sing, so, how you think?
I ain't run out of this green, I run this sh*t up in my sleep
As a youngin chasin' dreams, I feel like Martin Luther King
I lost it all, I got on my knees
And I was beggin' God, "Please"
Everthing that look good ain't always what it seems
I'm still in thе hood like I ain't got nowhere to bе, 'cause I'm a G
I done ran this sh*t up on a accident
He want smoke about a ho, I hit on accident (Slime)
F**k these shows, if I go broke, we right back flippin' packs again
I feel like I'm chosen, package loadin', [I'm with jack sh*t?]
I see n***as jackin' (Jackin')
Dior on my jacket (Jacket)
I was never askin' (Askin'), I just made it happen (Happen)
I done turned my whole life around, who would've imagined this?
And I keep a whole lot of rounds, don't think my jacket sh*t
Woah, my lil' whodie 'nem be whackin' sh*t (Whackin' sh*t)
Woah, bro still tryna get all that packin' sh*t (Yeah)
Nah, this sh*t ain't stolen, paid cash, n***a
Pink slip in the mail, that mean I'm in my bag, n***a
Told her, "F**k with me," 'cause my bag bigger
Got that type of cash to make a b*t*h forget her last n***a (On God)
And I ain't even tryna brag, n***a (On God)
I know how it feel not to have it, n***a (On God)
I done ran this sh*t up on a accident
He want smoke about a ho, I hit on accident (Slime)
F**k these shows, if I go broke, we right back flippin' packs again
I feel like I'm chosen, package loadin', [I'm with jack sh*t?]
I see n***as jackin' (Jackin')
Dior on my jacket (Jacket)
I was never askin' (Askin'), I just made it happen (Happen)
I done turned my whole life around, who would've imagined this?
And I keep a whole lot of rounds, don't think my jacket sh*t (Woah, yeah)
I done ran this sh*t up on a accident
He want smoke about a ho, I hit on accident (Slime)
F**k these shows, if I go broke, we right back flippin' packs again
I feel like I'm chosen, package loadin', [I'm with jack sh*t?]
I see n***as jackin' (Jackin')
Dior on my jacket (Jacket)
I was never askin' (Askin'), I just made it happen (Happen)
I done turned my whole life around, who would've imagined this?
And I keep a whole lot of rounds, don't think my jacket sh*t
Trappin' sh*t, now I got my feet off in this rappin' sh*t
Both feet out the streets, I'm tryna see how far this rappin' get
Might be in too deep, but I ain't sing, so, how you think?
I ain't run out of this green, I run this sh*t up in my sleep
As a youngin chasin' dreams, I feel like Martin Luther King
I lost it all, I got on my knees
And I was beggin' God, "Please"
Everthing that look good ain't always what it seems
I'm still in thе hood like I ain't got nowhere to bе, 'cause I'm a G
I done ran this sh*t up on a accident
He want smoke about a ho, I hit on accident (Slime)
F**k these shows, if I go broke, we right back flippin' packs again
I feel like I'm chosen, package loadin', [I'm with jack sh*t?]
I see n***as jackin' (Jackin')
Dior on my jacket (Jacket)
I was never askin' (Askin'), I just made it happen (Happen)
I done turned my whole life around, who would've imagined this?
And I keep a whole lot of rounds, don't think my jacket sh*t
Woah, my lil' whodie 'nem be whackin' sh*t (Whackin' sh*t)
Woah, bro still tryna get all that packin' sh*t (Yeah)
Nah, this sh*t ain't stolen, paid cash, n***a
Pink slip in the mail, that mean I'm in my bag, n***a
Told her, "F**k with me," 'cause my bag bigger
Got that type of cash to make a b*t*h forget her last n***a (On God)
And I ain't even tryna brag, n***a (On God)
I know how it feel not to have it, n***a (On God)
I done ran this sh*t up on a accident
He want smoke about a ho, I hit on accident (Slime)
F**k these shows, if I go broke, we right back flippin' packs again
I feel like I'm chosen, package loadin', [I'm with jack sh*t?]
I see n***as jackin' (Jackin')
Dior on my jacket (Jacket)
I was never askin' (Askin'), I just made it happen (Happen)
I done turned my whole life around, who would've imagined this?
And I keep a whole lot of rounds, don't think my jacket sh*t (Woah, yeah)
