Correction Paroles Trap N Roll par Wyclef Jean

Featuring(s) : Waka Flocka Flame & Angelica Salem

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Wyclef, what's that sound? Waka Flocka comin' down
We flexin', blowin' clouds, and you know it's super loud
Wyclef, what's that sound? Waka Flocka comin' down
We flexin', blowin' clouds, and you know it's super loud
Wyclef, what's that sound? Waka Flocka comin' down
We flexin', blowin' clouds, and you know it's super loud
Wyclef, what's that sound? Waka Flocka comin' down
We flexin', blowin' clouds, and you know it's super loud
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool, Trap N Roll
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool...
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool, Trap N Roll
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool...

Trap N Roll... we're gonna hit you with the Trap N Roll
That's what we mix it with, the Rock & Roll
Let it awaken, make you lost control... here we go
I'm talkin' Trap N Roll... at them girls out on the floor
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool, act a fool
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool, act a fool
You ain't been through what I've been through
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool, act a fool

[Wyclef Jean]
When I came to America, under pressure
Teenage shoplifter, came up, saw things
8 ball, dope fiends, like Boondocks, I'm checkin' the mailbox
“You know it's the first of the month”
It ain't no eyewitness, 'cause
“Another body in the trunk”
Man in the mirror, air guitar
One dream, ghetto superstar
But they never had a fireman to take me out
Prayin' to God on my knees, chase 'em out
Yup, chosen in the womb – Dark Side Of The Moon
Came into the light, so let's toast tonight
Glases up, if you feel it, right? And turn up my guitar
My guitar, my guitar, my guitar, my guitar...

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Took a walk down my block with teenagers sellin' crack rock
Sold their souls to trap spots, dodged the pen, not gettin' shot
Dope boys never call of talk to cops
Stick together like dreadlocks
Keep the doors locked (Waka Flocka) that's hip hop
A computer microphone and an Mbox
My mama's basement, I ain't have a booth
I ain't have a name, just spittin' paint
Tryna f*ck fame, went #1 on every chart
On a rap charts, on the pop charts
Talkin' #1, call 'Clef to rock
My vocals scream like guitar strings
That's acute playing, it's eight strings
I've got to win by any means
Conversations with Raekwon
He told me keep pushin' for it, go hard
Busta Rhymes told me to keep runnin'
“It's gon' pay off, Flocka, keep grindin'”
Even in the dark I'm still shining
Can't stop me, this is God's plan
Gotta cut a finger before you lose a hand

Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool, Trap N Roll
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool...
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool, Trap N Roll
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool...
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool, Trap N Roll
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool...
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool, Trap N Roll
Act a fool, act a fool, act a fool...

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