Correction Paroles Up To Sum’ par 279tyler

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Paroles

(Intro)
Aye
What up
Yeah

(Hook)
Got the pounds in the back, 200 on the dash
Bullets flyin' everywhere, almost had a heart attack
And I'm sippin' Wockhardt, so I'm 'bout a take a nap
And I'm thinkin' bout some guap, so I'm 'bout a move a pack
Lil b*t*h this ain't iMessage yeah I ain't with the chat
Yeah you know you cannot trust me I'm a stab you in the back

(Verse)
Smoking cookie getting baked like I was in an oven
You said you made a band, sorry lil bro that ain't nothing
She said she love me, sorry girl but I could never cuff you
They be saying Tyler plottin' yeah I think he up to sum
Yeah they know I got them bullets that hit hotter than the sun
He don't want no problems, glockie be my solver
He smoking on strong, well I'm smoking on stronger
Shoot him now he wet up like he just got out of water
Servin' my patients these xans and I'm not even a doctor
My house full of blue strips now this b*t*h look like it's Foster's
And I don't f**k with these rappers, yeah these rappers be imposters
They like "Tyler how you do that, yeah I thought that was impossible?"
Smokin' on this loudpack, anything you inaudible
Everything on my body to you that sh*t unaffordable
You a clown lil bro you should go work at a carnival
Glock bullets hit him, bullets go right through his particles

(Outro)
Got the pounds in the back, 200 on the dash
Bullets flyin' everywhere, almost had a heart attack
And I'm sippin' Wockhardt, so I'm 'bout a take a nap
And I'm thinkin' bout some guap, so I'm 'bout a move a pack
Lil b*t*h this ain't iMessage yeah I ain't with the chat
Yeah you know you cannot trust me I'm a stab you in the back

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