Correction Paroles 4Ge par Rooga

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Aye, ain't got no time to be-
(Producer tag)
Look, aye, aye

Ain’t got no time time to be arguing with no grown man
n***a take it how you wanna take it, you your own man
(Aye, aye, I just pray)
I just pray my n***a switch up and my gun don’t jam
Got my yock on me in the party, nah I can’t dance
You lifting 400 pounds just to fill his 40
Puttin’ yo hand on lil folks, you can get killed by shorty
Yeah summer time comin’ ‘round, it’s time to cop some Forgis
A group of b*t*hes, groupie b*t*hes tryna have a orgy

One thing I hate is a goofy b*t*h that’s always tryna record me
Keep on calling when I’m recording, that sh*t gets annoying (That)
That sh*t’s so ignorant, that’s when I ignore it
And I got a bad b*t*h that’s always tryna Dior me
Told that b*t*h “Hold up, calm down, you think I can’t afford it?”
I be hoppin’ In porches, my b*t*h she so gorgeous
I’m so smart I went and ran a 100 up, and thеn bought some Force’s
I need my enginе soundin’ loud with some horse, yeah
All that hostility, n***a you can chat tough
We keep glitches, we keep switches, please don’t try to try us
You say you want some smoke? Well grab a lighter n***a, fire up
We hit yo’ block up with choppas, n***a we gone fire it up
Ain’t got no time time to be arguing with no grown man
n***a take it how you wanna take it, you your own man
(Aye, aye, I just pray)
I just pray my n***a switch up and my gun don’t jam
Got my yock on me in the party, nah I can’t dance
You lifting 400 pounds just to fill his 40
Puttin’ yo hand on lil folks, you can get killed by shorty
Yeah summer time comin’ around, it’s time to cop some Forgis
A group of b*t*hes, groupie b*t*hes tryna have a orgy

(Aye) Brand new Gen5 came with a switch, I copped a 40
I been f**ked that b*t*h, she already knew, that’s another story
Flying in that track, look in my window, I’m grippin’ the 40
Pull up on his block, we ain’t droppin’ no window, we hoping out torchin’
Hit a n***a on his head, I bet he can’t move or get up for none’
I got this sh*t that’ll rip through a vest, this FN’ll beat up your lungs
Pop out the cut with the blip
Clear the whole crowd, they couldn’t even run
Most of these n***as act gansta, get caught in the street, get left with no gun
I’m posted up on the 6, I dare you slide, you die if you dumb
I got some n***as that hoppin’ out blickin’, they pullin’ up sliding for fun
I got some n***as that hoppin’ out blickin’, they pullin’ up sliding for fun
I got some n***as that hoppin’ out blickin’, aye, so
Ain’t got no time time to be arguing with no grown man
n***a take it how you wanna take it, you your own man
(Aye, aye, I just pray)
I just pray my n***a switch up and my gun don’t jam
Got my yock on me in the party, nah I can’t dance
You lifting 400 pounds just to fill his 40
Puttin’ yo hand on lil folks, you can get killed by shorty
Yeah summer time comin’ around, it’s time to cop some Forgis
A group of b*t*hes, groupie b*t*hes tryna have a orgy

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