Correction Paroles In Da Spot par 2FeetBino

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Paroles

You can't tell me
You can't, n***a, you know you can't tell me
b*t*h, b*t*h, you can't tell me nothin'

You can't tell me that I can't
We be stoppin' sh*t, lil' 2Feet tryna break the bank
Pick up a bag at Riverdale, I swang them b*t*hes like Lil Hank
They hope Lil Skinny don't get to trippin' 'cause his ass don't even blink
I be talkin' to my dawg, I told his ass he need to think
She a stallion, pink panther, she know I like my pu**y pink
She wear McQueen, she a bougie b*t*h, she like her lashes mink
This money neat, we'll put your favorite rapper on a tee
That's for free

Thеse n***as funny, Will Ferrell
I was in thе spot with twenty sticks with lil' Harold
White ho keep on callin', say she miss me, her name Sarah
The way I keep on workin', I should been got a gold medal
And they can't tell me that I can't
Walk in with that 40, they can't tell me I can't bring it
Harold hit my b*t*h, she got six straps all in her name
If they play with Feet, we comin' back and gettin' somethin' straightened

If they play with Feet, these sticks gon' get to f**kin' paintin'
I got your baby mama takin' d**k, come get somethin' straightened
Lung Gang, PDE, we run the street, these n***as hatin'
Long live Melron, n***a, he want some smoke and then I face him
And then I go to the spot, and then I f**kin' face 'em
And all these sticks in this b*t*h, and n***a, we ain't got no cable
I caught him with his baby mama, slid, she went in labor
He thought he was finna rob, but b*t*h turned the tables
That's fourteen f**kin' keys, man, b*t*h, put 'em on the table

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