CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Cap Rap
10 cellphones but I don't like to text
You ain't talking 'bout bread then I just might flex
I drip when I walk got me feeling like Dex
That b*t*h like my swag, she wanna have sex
She suckin' my d**k, I nut on her chest
Designer garments no I don't wear no Guess
f**k wrong with these n***as bruh
These n***as crazy as hell
These lame ass n***as be cap rappin'
Ion think nobody wanna hear that sh*t
Made a song about some sh*t that didn't even happen
Yeen bussin' no juggs, yeen totin' no sticks
I'm the typa n***a just get outta jail, and don't even say sh*t
As soon as I pay my bail I hit thе block with my Glock 26
f**k the blue checks I'm just tryna gеt rich
You be sitting on your ass or you crying like a b*t*h
Rap n***as on my line keep tryna buy sticks
Ole rappin' ass n***a, I know you ain't 'bout sh*t
Walked in the strip club all the hoes got lit
They see we be gettin' money so they all on d**k
Helmut Lang jacket on me, you can't copy the drip
Got the Prada off, know that I spent about six
10 cellphones but I don't like to text
You ain't talking 'bout bread then I just might flex
I drip when I walk got me feeling like Dex
That b*t*h like my swag, she wanna have sex
She suckin' my d**k, I nut on her chest
Designer garments no I don't wear no Guess
Facin' Backwoods, like I'm stressed
I'm paranoid, hit the block with a vest
These lame ass n***as be cap rappin'
Ion think nobody wanna hear that sh*t
Made a song about some sh*t that didn't even happen
Yeen bussin' no juggs, yeen totin' no sticks
I'm the typa n***a just get outta jail, and don't even say sh*t
As soon as I pay my bail I hit the block with my Glock 26
You ain't talking 'bout bread then I just might flex
I drip when I walk got me feeling like Dex
That b*t*h like my swag, she wanna have sex
She suckin' my d**k, I nut on her chest
Designer garments no I don't wear no Guess
f**k wrong with these n***as bruh
These n***as crazy as hell
These lame ass n***as be cap rappin'
Ion think nobody wanna hear that sh*t
Made a song about some sh*t that didn't even happen
Yeen bussin' no juggs, yeen totin' no sticks
I'm the typa n***a just get outta jail, and don't even say sh*t
As soon as I pay my bail I hit thе block with my Glock 26
f**k the blue checks I'm just tryna gеt rich
You be sitting on your ass or you crying like a b*t*h
Rap n***as on my line keep tryna buy sticks
Ole rappin' ass n***a, I know you ain't 'bout sh*t
Walked in the strip club all the hoes got lit
They see we be gettin' money so they all on d**k
Helmut Lang jacket on me, you can't copy the drip
Got the Prada off, know that I spent about six
10 cellphones but I don't like to text
You ain't talking 'bout bread then I just might flex
I drip when I walk got me feeling like Dex
That b*t*h like my swag, she wanna have sex
She suckin' my d**k, I nut on her chest
Designer garments no I don't wear no Guess
Facin' Backwoods, like I'm stressed
I'm paranoid, hit the block with a vest
These lame ass n***as be cap rappin'
Ion think nobody wanna hear that sh*t
Made a song about some sh*t that didn't even happen
Yeen bussin' no juggs, yeen totin' no sticks
I'm the typa n***a just get outta jail, and don't even say sh*t
As soon as I pay my bail I hit the block with my Glock 26
