Correction Paroles Do You Believe par Jeremih

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It gets better, it gets better

Can you believe every day I'm livin' it up?
Gettin' money, but that ain't enough
Standin' on them couches up in the club, oh
Girl, you're fine, take your time
Can you believe all these girls be givin' it up?
And you know I just wanna do what?
Get a hotel suite with you, girl, oh
What you doin'? Where you goin', babe? Can you believe?

I spit that wonder rhyming sh*t, me and my conglomerate
Caught up in the finer sh*t, shall remain anonymous
I rule with an iron fist, no sheep in the lion's den
Pressure, we applyin' it, fully loaded, my appliances
Optimist, doin' what it takes to keep our pockets big
Or should I say pushin' out work to keep our pockets fit?
Call me scuba, all this pu**y I be divin' in
This fishscale, I'm fryin' it, they demand, I'm supplyin' it
Rock so big, you could climb on it
All this designer sh*t, don't blame me, blame my environment
Product of the hood, gotta hustle, gotta jugg
Real recognize real, ain't gotta say what's understood
n***as end up on death row tryna play Suge
What I'm doin', they be wishin' that they could
And I ain't never been a hater, I be wishin' n***as good, good
Take mine, oh, I wish a n***a would

Can you believe every day I'm livin' it up?
Gettin' money, but that ain't enough
Standin' on them couches up in the club, oh
Girl, you're fine, take your time
Can you believe all these girls be givin' it up?
And you know I just wanna do what?
Get a hotel suite with you, girl, oh
What you doin'? Where you goin', babe? Can you believe?

Would you believe a n***a still here?
Through all the rage, all the shade, all the friends that was fake, yeah
Better than ever, better late than never, I get better each year
Be clear, the throne, that's my seat, yeah
Loyalty, what's happenin' to that?
You can hug 'em from the front, and they gon' stab you in the back
But sh*t, I never thought it'd be like this
Hundred grand on my wrist and you should see my whips
Buyin' Bentleys, pushin' Porsches, Rolls-Royces
Down Miami, on Collins racin' 'Raris to the party
Nevertheless, a n***a blessed, I wish everyone the best
Even the ones that wish me death
b*t*hes know me, that pu**y, they throw it to me
Ask your girl, her legs stay open for me
And I run through that pu**y like new groceries
I'm Uber for users, they cabinet for medicine
From Addy to Xanny, I got it, I'm the letterman

Can you believe every day I'm livin' it up?
Gettin' money, but that ain't enough
Standin' on them couches up in the club, oh
Girl, you're fine, take your time
Can you believe all these girls be givin' it up?
And you know I just wanna do what?
Get a hotel suite with you, girl, oh
What you doin'? Where you goin', babe? Can you believe?

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