Correction Paroles DIE4ME (Remix) par Joey Trap

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Paroles

(Young Rich Squad)
(The Crimson Chin)
Okay, alright
Yo' yo', yo' yo', yo' yo'
Aight, yo'

My b*t*h is bad, but she won't stop the texting me
Act like a referee
b*t*h, come have sex with me
I don't wan' f**k you unless you gon' beg for me
Let's get you tested, I can't get no STD
Met yo' b*t*h sister, they both be obsessed with me
Opp n***as mad I got rich and successful
They hoping and wishing the cops would arrest a G
We find ya' house and address to address it, G
Rest in piece Bank, in the bank I be flexing
Might buy me a Tesla, self driving be extra
Big Mr. Trap, they know I'm a professor
I ain't go to college, still teach you a lesson
Scale it, I'll flip it, I know how to stretch it
The Glock almost silent, I use the suppressor
Mail it and pile it, the sh*t can get violent
These b*t*hes wilding, they know I'm a flexer
Oh, what should I drive today?
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada day
Wait, you do not Gotta hate
Why you n***as isn't proud of me?
I'm on the block today
Choppas out, I got a Glock today, bow
You could get hit my n***a
So just know there isn't stopping me
My b*t*h pu**y taste like red light sabers
Big d**k f**ker like a red light saber
Dark side, feeling like I'm Darth Vader
Yo', rich on my b-day
I don't do, um, um
I don't do v-day
I don't have valentines
You wanna meet me? You gotta compromise
I need some privacy

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