Correction Paroles french fry par BabyTron

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(Bangout)
(Stephen Niday)
Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

Ayy, sipping on a crisp white, n***a
I ain't coming off the bench, I ain’t a six guy, n***a, nah
Fit crispy than a french fry, n***a
With my migos right now, but I'ma get right with you, yeah

We them boys, ain't talking Wiz, but we be toking though
Catch me rolling by the lake, I’m in the Poconos
These n***as capping, straight puppets, all Pinocchios
He asked me for a feature, hit him with the "Okey doke"
He smoke, he smoke, he smoke, he smoke, we all be smoking though
How the f**k you gon' go and claim that you a real one when you broke the code?
Since the day I came in this b*t*h, I've been real, it's in my chromosomes
Why you talking 'bout owning Rollies though when we all know you broke?
Girl Scout Cookies in my blunt, we blowing Do-Si-Dos
Pockets on Al Roker, then I hit him with the rope-a-dope
Disney Channel on 'em, making magic, this that hokus pok'
Word to SZA, all my n***as 'round me showing no control
Been that n***a, I’ma be that n***a, no capperton
N***as hear me bar up and be like, "I won’t rap again"
Shout out to my n***as in the Yay, mane, what's hannenin’?
See these clowns, but that's my favorite fish like Gus Dapperton

Ayy, sipping on a crisp white, n***a
I ain't coming off the bench, I ain't a six guy, n***a, nah
Fit crispy than a french fry, n***a
With my migos right now, but I’ma get right with you, yeah
Yeah, sipping on a crisp white, n***a
I ain't coming off the bench, I ain't a six guy, n***a, nah
Fit crispy than a french fry, n***a
With my migos right now, but I'ma get right with you, ayy (Sh*tty Boyz)
I'm crispy than a b*t*h, AMIRIs off the Virgil
I'm drippy than a b*t*h, Marcelo off the purple
I'm dripping in this b*t*h, the buffs off the turban
I'm tripping in this b*t*h, I'll up it, I ain't nervous
These hoes used to play, so I'm acting funny
F**k I look like scrapping for? I got a pack-a-punchy
Stabbing out on the lot, then I'm blasting [?]
When you slide, you miss your shots, need some practice, buddy
Cup muddy than a b*t*h, I feel like Vezzo 'nem
Punching on the dark web, feel like Venom 'nem
She asked where I got my kicks, I spent ten on them
And these jeans, lil' mama, spent your rent on them
Thrust god, can hit a b*t*h in any okey city
And quick to drum and rip his a** if he owe me fifty
And to the labels, need them M's, you can't throw me fifty
Duffel bag full of Visas, got the toaster with me

Ayy, sipping on a crisp white, n***a
I ain't coming off the bench, I ain't a six guy, n***a, nah
Fit crispy than a french fry, n***a
With my migos right now, but I'ma get right with you, yeah
Yeah, sipping on a crisp white, n***a
I ain't coming off the bench, I ain't a six guy, n***a, nah
Fit crispy than a french fry, n***a
With my migos right now, but I'ma get right with you, ayy

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