CORRIGER LES PAROLES
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'Bout this sh*t free, I say Freebandz, but, n***a
After you go through all that sh*t, think I'm finna let a n***a come and goddamn take what I done did, man, all these dudes I done paid?
Man, I paid, man, this sh*t blood, sweet, and tears for this sh*t, man
N***a ain't finna do nothin' 'bout this cash, boy
For real, boy
I'll go to war
It ain't even about going to war, I ain't going to war for what's mine
Ayy, ha, double R sh*t, double R sh*t
B*t*h-a** n***a
Double R sh*t
You know what I'm saying, n***a?
You know, this money sh*t been gettin' way too easy
Money sh*t way too—
I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door, ridin' with like two hoes
I'm way too geeked, poured three lines, he poured uno, that n***a too broke, ha
Ridin' 'round Houston, n***a, solo, two poles on me, I might go Hublot
In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on Pluto
Yeah, Really Rich, b*t*h, do what I want, I been rockin' Arc'teryx, ho, in any climate (Pu**y)
Why they keep hittin' my line? That sh*t ain't 'bout money, they know I'm declinin'
Young n***a slimy, my n***as grimy, we never duckin' no violence
My n***as grimy, you n***as hidin', they'll take you down for your diamonds
I been had 'fore I was rhyming
B*t*h, before I was walkin'
Ayy, before I was talkin'
Pu**y-a** n***a tryna flex in front of them hoes, have lil' Jay chalk him (Bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, with the Draco, b*t*h-a** n***a, we gon' spark him
He just a rat with a pole
He a rat, but he doing the most (Ha)
B*t*h-a** n***a should've known (B*t*h-a** n***a should've)
B*t*h-a** n***a get— (B*t*h-a** n***a get trolled)
Yeah, get zoed, n***a
Glock 45, n***a, Glock 30, it's gon' fold him
We having motion (We having motion)
You know that sh*t on the floor (That sh*t on)
My brother flip anything, n***a, come this way
Pu**y-a** rap n***as mad than a b*t*h 'cause I don't fake kick it when I'm in LA
All of my diamonds, they hit, all my b*t*hes, they lit, no, he can't say the same
B*t*h, just look at my wrist, I'm rich, okay, my fit all black, it's Rick
All of my n***as on house arrest, yeah, they fighting them cases and sh*t
I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door, ridin' with like two hoes
I'm way too geeked, poured three lines, he poured uno, that n***a too broke, ha
Ridin' 'round Houston, n***a, solo, two poles on me, I might go Hublot
In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on-
Yeah, n***a, on Pluto
We way too geeked on Pluto
We way too geeked on—
After you go through all that sh*t, think I'm finna let a n***a come and goddamn take what I done did, man, all these dudes I done paid?
Man, I paid, man, this sh*t blood, sweet, and tears for this sh*t, man
N***a ain't finna do nothin' 'bout this cash, boy
For real, boy
I'll go to war
It ain't even about going to war, I ain't going to war for what's mine
Ayy, ha, double R sh*t, double R sh*t
B*t*h-a** n***a
Double R sh*t
You know what I'm saying, n***a?
You know, this money sh*t been gettin' way too easy
Money sh*t way too—
I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door, ridin' with like two hoes
I'm way too geeked, poured three lines, he poured uno, that n***a too broke, ha
Ridin' 'round Houston, n***a, solo, two poles on me, I might go Hublot
In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on Pluto
Yeah, Really Rich, b*t*h, do what I want, I been rockin' Arc'teryx, ho, in any climate (Pu**y)
Why they keep hittin' my line? That sh*t ain't 'bout money, they know I'm declinin'
Young n***a slimy, my n***as grimy, we never duckin' no violence
My n***as grimy, you n***as hidin', they'll take you down for your diamonds
I been had 'fore I was rhyming
B*t*h, before I was walkin'
Ayy, before I was talkin'
Pu**y-a** n***a tryna flex in front of them hoes, have lil' Jay chalk him (Bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, with the Draco, b*t*h-a** n***a, we gon' spark him
He just a rat with a pole
He a rat, but he doing the most (Ha)
B*t*h-a** n***a should've known (B*t*h-a** n***a should've)
B*t*h-a** n***a get— (B*t*h-a** n***a get trolled)
Yeah, get zoed, n***a
Glock 45, n***a, Glock 30, it's gon' fold him
We having motion (We having motion)
You know that sh*t on the floor (That sh*t on)
My brother flip anything, n***a, come this way
Pu**y-a** rap n***as mad than a b*t*h 'cause I don't fake kick it when I'm in LA
All of my diamonds, they hit, all my b*t*hes, they lit, no, he can't say the same
B*t*h, just look at my wrist, I'm rich, okay, my fit all black, it's Rick
All of my n***as on house arrest, yeah, they fighting them cases and sh*t
I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door, ridin' with like two hoes
I'm way too geeked, poured three lines, he poured uno, that n***a too broke, ha
Ridin' 'round Houston, n***a, solo, two poles on me, I might go Hublot
In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on-
Yeah, n***a, on Pluto
We way too geeked on Pluto
We way too geeked on—
