Correction Paroles Planet Earth 2.0 par Jack Harlow

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I could put the ball in the end zone
Put a bad b*t*h in the friendzone, ooh
This sh*t sound like an intro
Jetson, give me that tempo, ooh
Told Pooh he a fool with this sh*t (He a fool)
Told her don't let her friends know (Don't)
In the 'Ville and I move like a don (Don)
Eating fettuccine at Vincenzo's
Me and my 'migos got that free smoke
On the West Coast, yeah, I'm talking 'bout pre-rolls (Pre-roll)
Dark haired b*t*h and she look like Shego (She do)
Hometown hero, feeling myself, can't murder my еgo (Can't do it)
She heard of my deep stroke
Shе said, "Babe, does it hurt when I deep throat?" (It does)
Certified freak ho
Hang around us and she learnin' my lingo
Back then, wasn't worried 'bout me though
In the gym tryna work on my free throw

What's poppin'? (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Brand new whip, just hopped in (Just hopped in)
I got options
I could pass that b*t*h like Stockton (It ain't nothin')
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (Mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top ten
What's poppin'? (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Brand new whip, just hopped in (Just hopped in)
I got options
I could pass that b*t*h like Stockton (It ain't nothin')
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (Mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top ten

Fill the bando up with bags, give the lil' bro them a job
You can come get rich with us, you gon' eat or you gon' starve?
Keep a certified hitter sittin', I pay him not to rob
Hop out 2020 Cullinan, I'm ridin' in the stars
Know some people hate that I'm on top, I bulletproofed the car
All the members made free bands off packs, live like they crackin' cards
Joe know for a fact I keep it real, he still ain't take the charge
Why she talkin' crazy 'bout me like I don't do more than my part?
I can't play with my creation, give the world to my lil' boys
I been savin' more than I been spendin', that's what I be on
I'm a human, I'm not perfect, I know sometimes I be wrong
I'm like, "Come and put that pu**y on me, don't be runnin' from me"
If I like it, I spend money on it, get whatever from me
Put six figures in your business, I do real sh*t
I drop cash at the dealership, they'll mail you a pink slip
She make sure she keep her nails did and her wig fixed
Went to jail and that one held me down, she a real b*t*h
Hundred rounds in the double drum, this a Kel-Tec
Marco been in prison for a while, but he still flex
I told brodie 'nem to park the car, but they still wrecked
I don't think nobody around steal, but I still check
I don't got a hundred mil' yet, I can't chill yet

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