CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Free Me
(Antt did the track)
Free them boys
Let me show you how life work, guns the sh*t (BeatGang)
Ayy
My youngin caught an L, for some makin' that knife work (Why?)
'Cause ain't no guns in that b*t*h
I seen a n***a get an L before he got his life (Took an L)
I know a n***a got a deal and then he got indicted
Ain't no point in even fightin', "Yeah, I did that, judge"
After what happened to doggy, b*t*h, I been back thuggin'
I can't really talk on phones, just send five of 'em for me
And I ain't puttin' paper on sh*t, I go handle 'em for me
I'm from the East side, look up the street signs, we made it
When Rеce died, I seen the rеal n***as was fakin'
And I keep five hundred in small bills for Baby
Never turn my back on my brother, mama, I love you
Half a million on a house, Val took care of me
Real n***as winnin', b*t*h, so I took care of the streets
Last of a dyin' breed, I still be buyin' lean
I stopped textin' my BM just to let her find peace
Yeah, I let my b*t*h count a half a ticket when she stressed out
N***as know who run the city, pick your best five
How the f**k you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much in, yeah, one point VV?
Free them boys, D**kie fits all on TV
Always yellin', "Free mine," never, "Free me," (They need me)
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the n***a she f**kin'
Inventory seven hundred, I got one on the way
Condo for f**kin' b*t*hes probably furnished by Baby
See, I grew up around killers (Killers), robbers (Robbers), jackers
Moonwalkin' 'round this b*t*h, R.I.P. Michael Jackson
I ain't never pay no taxes, all I know about is ashin'
Bring the ho up out Samantha, I want her to f**k with Tony
Still'll pull up in the zone, I ain't squashin' sh*t with Cory
What the f**k do y'all be on? I swear I see too many cameras
B*t*h, you know that sh*t was bammer, turned a model to a dancer
I ain't stoppin' 'til they hear, I pop out more than veneers
On the 6, you know it's serious, how you know? 'Cause b*t*h, I'm here
A lot a money, lot of jewelry, we ain't trippin' on you, period
I let my b*t*h count a half a ticket when she stressed out
N***as know who run the city, pick your best five
How the f**k you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much a, yeah, one point V-V?
Free dem boys, D**kie fits all on TV
Always yellin', "Free mine," never, "Free me," (They need me)
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the n***a she f**kin'
Free them boys
Let me show you how life work, guns the sh*t (BeatGang)
Ayy
My youngin caught an L, for some makin' that knife work (Why?)
'Cause ain't no guns in that b*t*h
I seen a n***a get an L before he got his life (Took an L)
I know a n***a got a deal and then he got indicted
Ain't no point in even fightin', "Yeah, I did that, judge"
After what happened to doggy, b*t*h, I been back thuggin'
I can't really talk on phones, just send five of 'em for me
And I ain't puttin' paper on sh*t, I go handle 'em for me
I'm from the East side, look up the street signs, we made it
When Rеce died, I seen the rеal n***as was fakin'
And I keep five hundred in small bills for Baby
Never turn my back on my brother, mama, I love you
Half a million on a house, Val took care of me
Real n***as winnin', b*t*h, so I took care of the streets
Last of a dyin' breed, I still be buyin' lean
I stopped textin' my BM just to let her find peace
Yeah, I let my b*t*h count a half a ticket when she stressed out
N***as know who run the city, pick your best five
How the f**k you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much in, yeah, one point VV?
Free them boys, D**kie fits all on TV
Always yellin', "Free mine," never, "Free me," (They need me)
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the n***a she f**kin'
Inventory seven hundred, I got one on the way
Condo for f**kin' b*t*hes probably furnished by Baby
See, I grew up around killers (Killers), robbers (Robbers), jackers
Moonwalkin' 'round this b*t*h, R.I.P. Michael Jackson
I ain't never pay no taxes, all I know about is ashin'
Bring the ho up out Samantha, I want her to f**k with Tony
Still'll pull up in the zone, I ain't squashin' sh*t with Cory
What the f**k do y'all be on? I swear I see too many cameras
B*t*h, you know that sh*t was bammer, turned a model to a dancer
I ain't stoppin' 'til they hear, I pop out more than veneers
On the 6, you know it's serious, how you know? 'Cause b*t*h, I'm here
A lot a money, lot of jewelry, we ain't trippin' on you, period
I let my b*t*h count a half a ticket when she stressed out
N***as know who run the city, pick your best five
How the f**k you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much a, yeah, one point V-V?
Free dem boys, D**kie fits all on TV
Always yellin', "Free mine," never, "Free me," (They need me)
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the n***a she f**kin'
