Correction Paroles Thump Chronicles Vol. 1 par GoldLink

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Paroles

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, mm-hmm
Yeah, jheeze
(This sounds like Nyge)
Yeah

I don't do sh*t for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin' with some Act' on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh
I don't do sh*t for the sport
Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin wit some Act' on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke

I was sixteen when I bust my case
When I start rappin', had to hide my face
I was movin' packs right up out my place
Had to bust moves so I leave no trace
n***as turn snitch, trust no b*t*h
Ain't no love, I love sticks
Never show fear but f**k all that
I was in the field with a shield and whole lotta deals
And whole lotta money, give no f**k about a rap
n***as be thinkin' I'm rude (Rude)
Hit up my shooter to shoot, tobacco all in my zoot
Keep me a knife in my boot, b*t*h thought she was cute
Bust me a script by the pool, GoldLink my guy, you a fool

Lil' boy swim, lil' boy drown if that n***a ain't used to water
Crack cocaine, yeah, a young n***a tryna get it like Coach Carter
Dah-dah-dah-dah, they know Pressa
She need runnin' down, John Connor
Fifteen shots like I'm Vince Carter, told her partner, she from Dower
Campin' out, camp for hours, CD look like CN Tower
Got a grave and a flower, young n***a, he came from powder
Got finessed, got drugs, Novocain and super sour
From the streets, n***a b*t*h, that n***a, he fooled that trial
I don't know 'bout your dawgs, but mine, they out to eat
See my n***as servin' crack cocaine and dodgin' Ds
Young n***a white tee, dope boy Forces, no crease
And the police see my jewelry for evi-d-ence

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