Correction Paroles Lit par Lil Jairmy

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A walkin' lil' check, I dress to impress
Dope boy fresh, yeah
Ran off with his sh*t, was taught to finesse
(Finesse, you stupid for this ho, like a motherf**ker)
Uh

Could sign a deal, but I'm already lit (But I'm already lit)
Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense (So it gotta make sense)
Brand-new whip, I'ma ride behind tint (I'ma ride behind tint)
Yeah, yeah, fine b*t*h eatin' d**k (Yeah)
Could sign a deal, but I'm already lit (But I'm already lit)
Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense (So it gotta make sense)
Brand-new whip, I'ma ride behind tint (Ride behind tint)
Yeah, yeah, fine b*t*h eatin' d**k (Yeah)
I can lower the ticket dependin' how many you get
Have you doublin' up what you spend
And we got a K pack of the X goin' twenty-five cent
I'ma trap out her house, pay her rent
Took the lil' money from buddy, ain't answerin' the phone
I ran off, he ain't heard from me since
Thought he had some dope, but we hit him with a trick
Once the money in my pocket, I ain't givin' back sh*t

Finesse him out his money, now he think that we ain't really havin' bricks
But we really havin' dope, you just a lick
Now my diamonds do tricks, pull up big Z06
We ran off on the plug and that money gettin' spent
Pull up with cutters, we let that sh*t hit
Smokin' good marijuana, I can't let you hit
n***as really be lame, really wanna be gang
But I ain't let him hang, now he feelin' offended
I see why they hatin', I get it, I'm turnt, they dig it
These n***as, they really wan' kick it
Told 'em bring all the loads we get in, we f**ked up the city
Forever, we gonna stay litty
Got the streets' and the hoes' attention
Got everybody listenin', the D-boy, they know how I'm livin'
Drinkin' Tech and my clothes expensive
The way that I'm trippin', tryna keep up with me, need a million
I know God watchin' me, but I just keep on sinnin'
Come straight out the hood like I'm fixin' the engine
Spotlight the club, we got b*t*hes on b*t*hes
Pay extension, put Benjis on twenty-six inches
From the trenches, I really was jumpin' them fences
Was runnin' from 12 and completin' the mission
Finna buy a Corvette, need the newest edition
I promise I'm coppin' that Lam' before Christmas, yeah
Could sign a deal, but I'm already lit
Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense (So it gotta make sense)
Brand-new whip, I'ma ride behind tint (Ride behind tint)
Yeah, yeah, fine b*t*h eatin' d**k (Yeah)
Could sign a deal, but I'm already lit
Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense (Yeah)
Brand-new whip, I'ma ride behind tint
Yeah, yeah, fine b*t*h eatin' d**k (Yeah)
I can lower the ticket dependin' how many you get
Have you doublin' up what you spend
And we got a K pack of the X goin' twenty-five cent
I'ma trap out her house, pay her rent
Took the lil' money from buddy, ain't answerin' the phone
I ran off, he ain't heard from me since
Thought he had some dope, but we hit him with a trick
Once the money in my pocket, I ain't givin' back sh*t

Charge him thirty-six thou' for a block of remix
Yeah, yeah, he just got tricked
All I need is a fork, watch I eat with them bricks
We ain't never gon' starve, put the team on a lick
Put my n***as on stains, I'm the king of this sh*t
I don't play 'bout that change, I get even and sh*t
Trap to the grave, I just gotta get paid
I can't change, I'm a real firm believer of this
Two Percocets, they relievin' my stress
Sippin' on lean, I got weed in my chest
Got addicted to sex, I got hooked to her neck
My b*t*h out the hood, yeah, she suck it the best
I don't say no to the drugs, I say yes
A walkin' lil' check, I dress to impress (Dope boy fresh)
Ran off with his sh*t, was taught to finesse
Risk it all for the set, give a f**k 'bout the rest
Could sign a deal, but I'm already lit (Already lit)
Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense (Uh, yeah)
Brand-new whip, I'ma ride behind tint (I'ma ride behind tint)
Yeah, yeah, fine b*t*h eatin' d**k (Yeah)
Could sign a deal, but I'm already lit (But I'm already, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense (Uh)
Brand-new whip, I'ma ride behind tint (I'ma ride behind tint)
Yeah, yeah, fine b*t*h eatin' d**k (Uh)
I can lower the ticket dependin' how many you get
Have you doublin' up what you spend
And we got a K pack of the X goin' twenty-five cent
I'ma trap out her house, pay her rent (Pay her rent)
Took the lil' money from buddy, ain't answerin' the phone
I ran off, he ain't heard from me since
Thought he had some dope, but we hit him with a trick
Once the money in my pocket, I ain't givin' back sh*t

Supposed to be here, but I guess it wasn't meant
Yeah, yeah, n***as ain't on sh*t
I was lookin' for love, but I guess it wasn't meant
Yeah, yeah, these hoes ain't it
Used to have a big heart, I don't know where it went
Nah, nah, I don't know where it went
I stayed down in the trap and f**ked 'round and got rich
Yeah, yeah, so I guess it was meant
Yeah, yeah
It gotta make sense
It just gotta make sense, uh
I was already lit, uh
'Fore the rap sh*t
'Fore I was lit, I was already paid, yeah
It just gotta make sense
It gotta make sense
'Fore the rap sh*t, I was already lit
Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense
'Fore the rap sh*t, I was already lit
Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense
'Fore the rap sh*t, I was already lit
Yeah, yeah, so it gotta make sense
'Fore the rap sh*t, I was already—
So it gotta make sense

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