Correction Paroles 2083 par NASTII

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I keep that Glock on my body, K on my hip
F**k around, bang some sh*t
And I fell in love with narcotics, I ate all that sh*t
You-you can get hanged in this b*t*h
And you better watch what you poppin', we lacin' this sh*t
You could OD in this b*t*h
I'm sippin' Codeine in this b*t*h
And I got my team in this b*t*h
Yuh, yuh
If we got a problem then you can come meet with me, buddy
I'm not gonna tweet with nobody
I only want cash, I don't wanna speak with your cudi
Just wanna get me to the money
And f**k up a bag, you pu**y, you look like a fag
I'm letting off shots where you at
Swingin' a bag, we aim for the swing of the bag
I get 'em addicted to crack
Know I got my gun, I'm addicted to seeing 'em run
I'm f**king Chase bank with the funds
I'm sniffin' on Hannah, I'm sniffing on Lexie, I'm sniffing on white and I'm sniffing retarded
You wanna quit, but you know that you started it
You can get hit, come around with that arguing
All of these rappers, they fake, they ain't on what they say
They probably just on some artist sh*t
And you better watch what you muh'f**king say
'Cause you can get hung like an ornament
Me and the gang, slide down where you stay
Because we know all your coordinates
I see yo shawty, I think that she into me
Surrounded by water just like an anemone
Turn to a target, my muh'f**king enemy
Put dirt on my name, but it won't be the end of me
I got the knife in my hand just like Michael
Stay over air, but you don't gotta trifle
Posted with gang, you would think we was tribal
My money long, just like it's the Eiffel
That ain't no lean, boy you sipping on NyQuil
Look how I move, sh*t is real as the Bible
This ain't no pistol, lil' b*t*h, it's a rifle
I got 'em riding the wave like a tidal
I keep that Glock on my body, K on my hip
F**k around, bang some sh*t
And I fell in love with narcotics, I ate all that sh*t
You-you can get hanged in this b*t*h
And you better watch what you poppin', we lacin' this sh*t
You could OD in this b*t*h
I'm sippin' Codeine in this b*t*h
And I got my team in this b*t*h
Yuh, yuh
If we got a problem then you can come meet with me, buddy
I'm not gonna tweet with nobody
I only want cash, I don't wanna speak with your cudi
Just wanna get me to the money
And f**k up a bag, you pu**y, you look like a fag
I'm letting off shots where you at
Swingin' a bag, we aim for the swing of the bag
I get 'em addicted to crack
Know I got my gun, I'm addicted to seeing 'em run
I'm f**king Chase bank with the funds
I'm sniffin' on Hannah, I'm sniffing on Lexie, I'm sniffing on white and I'm sniffing retarded
You wanna quit, but you know that you started it
You can get hit, come around with that arguing
All of these rappers, they fake, they aren't what they say
They probably just on some artist sh*t
And you better watch what you muh'f**king say
'Cause you can get hung like an ornament
Me and the gang, slide down where you stay
Because we know all your coordinates
I see yo shawty, I think that she into me
Surrounded by water just like an anemone
Turn to a target, my muh'f**king enemy
Put dirt on my name, but it won't be the end of me
I got the knife in my hand just like Michael
Stay over air, but you don't gotta trifle
Posted with gang, you would think we was tribal
My money long, just like it's the Eiffel
That ain't no lean, boy you sipping on NyQuil
Look how I move, sh*t is real as the Bible
This ain't no pistol, lil b*t*h, it's a rifle
I got 'em riding the wave like a tidal

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