Correction Paroles SAY IT WITH YA CHEST! par Shakewell

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Paroles

Say it with ya chest, I can't hear a thing
Say it with ya chest, I can't hear a thing
Say it with ya chest—
MTM, hit 'em with the heat

Why don't you say it with ya chest, lil' boy, I can't hear you
Look back in the rearview, I'm nowhere near you
Say it with ya chest, young man, I can't hear you
You're shoutin' out loud, but I do not feel you
Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey
Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey
Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey
Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey

Fix up the chop, knock it up out the park
You a home runner, run, homeboy, it's getting dark
Dark Knight, Heath Ledger
Wanna know how I got these scars?
Openin' up my heart, drain out blood, take a look
I'm a beep on my ones, you look shook, halfway crook
Major moves in the time that you took to stand still
Look how the tables have turned
Back to the drawing board, none of your plays ever worked
They tried to slander my name for years, I found 'em rubbin' my name in the dirt
Like some, "BEXEY, mans, they wanna put my face on a shirt"
You got your throat cut, busy tryin' to swallow your words
You live and learn, boy, you better embrace the pain when it hurts
I'm out of place, kinda like Satan front row at a church
Why don't you say it with ya chest, lil' boy, I can't hear you
Look back in the rearview, I'm nowhere near you
Say it with ya chest, young man, I can't hear you
You're shoutin' out loud, but I do not feel you
Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey
Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey
Say it with ya chest (You dig?), I can't hear a thing (You dig?)
Say it with ya chest, hey, I can't hear a thing, hey

Stuck in my ways, no four, this an eight
Hogtied, both sides, get the rope, we can play
Arm milli', mine chilly, do the chitty bang bang
Say it with ya chest, pu**y, go on, let your nuts hang
Watch us pull up, twistin' fingers
My b*t*h wash my shirts and hang 'em
Totin' choppers and she holdin' pipes, now my chopper singin'
If you ever see me out, know that I be armed and dangerous
Wet you in the face if you step on my f**kin' fazos
I'm a dog up off the leash, free my dogs, they live through me
I'm boomin' bows right down yo' street
That bibi can't keep up with me
I cooked it to precision so I'm back up where I'm supposed to be
Finna drop a Rollie, wear it on me like a rosary

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