CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : High Tech
Ha, bro take your head off your shoulders
Ship a pack to Sarasota
It's time to slide, then load up
It's a lot of Wock' in my soda
Almost flipped the Beam over
Really rich, but I need more
Just like a kid, he broke
Just like a cig, he smoked
Bro keep a SIG, no joke
Get the pack gone, adios
12 make a n***a get low, ha
Like Danny, I'm finna go ghost
In the GLE truck too geeked
SRT, all I know
I was finna just pour me a three
Ended up pourin' up four
N***a, his pockets on E
That n***a lame and he broke
My n***as still in the streets
He snatchin' chains and bowls
My n***a been in the trap house with me and he ain't even change his clothеs
N***a, my crib too high-tech, walk in this b*t*h, gotta type in the codе
I was too young for the Act', n***a, yeah, so I'm pourin' up Wok' in the soda
Got too much drank in this b*t*h, n***a, if 12 walk in, yeah, then its over
Yeah, I got too much cheese, can't even remember the last time I been sober
My n***as shout out the cobra
Then we gon fly to Dakota
That n***a broke, he a poser
He just rich for the 'Gram, yeah, we know it
Put his ho on that cash, we was throwing it
Run through that money, we blowing it, ayy
That n***a, he an informant
All these racks, would've thought I was touring
Double R sh*t, yeah
Ship a pack to Sarasota
It's time to slide, then load up
It's a lot of Wock' in my soda
Almost flipped the Beam over
Really rich, but I need more
Just like a kid, he broke
Just like a cig, he smoked
Bro keep a SIG, no joke
Get the pack gone, adios
12 make a n***a get low, ha
Like Danny, I'm finna go ghost
In the GLE truck too geeked
SRT, all I know
I was finna just pour me a three
Ended up pourin' up four
N***a, his pockets on E
That n***a lame and he broke
My n***as still in the streets
He snatchin' chains and bowls
My n***a been in the trap house with me and he ain't even change his clothеs
N***a, my crib too high-tech, walk in this b*t*h, gotta type in the codе
I was too young for the Act', n***a, yeah, so I'm pourin' up Wok' in the soda
Got too much drank in this b*t*h, n***a, if 12 walk in, yeah, then its over
Yeah, I got too much cheese, can't even remember the last time I been sober
My n***as shout out the cobra
Then we gon fly to Dakota
That n***a broke, he a poser
He just rich for the 'Gram, yeah, we know it
Put his ho on that cash, we was throwing it
Run through that money, we blowing it, ayy
That n***a, he an informant
All these racks, would've thought I was touring
Double R sh*t, yeah
