CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Pop for a Pastor
I'm too legit to quit
This MC sh*t bang like a hammer n***as can't touch this
Let off like a 357
Life is beautiful tees you see we reppin'
Gone off that Bombay Sapphire
You should loosen up get ya staff higher
Stay outta my space I'm doing bad by ya
You don't like Trills I just laugh higher, ha
You're killing me smalls
Know about ya girl how she feeling me dog
I suggest you not get ya feelings involved
Or worry 'bout how a n***a grilling you corns
Live and let live we can all get it
See me in the cut NJ on a fitted
She just hang on every word I'm deep witted
Having a rated R night Gs permitted
Shots to the face, sauce faster
Faded, gone, get Casper
Trills spit gospel got the sh*t mastered
Now gone pop that pu**y for a pastor
Shots to the face, sauce faster
Wanna bag shorty homie never ever grab her
Trills spit gospel got the sh*t mastered
Now gone pop that pu**y for a pastor
Thick chicks, I Jack Trips, they know hotter
Son just continue to ball like Globetrotters
On a lower level n***a but it's fly
White truffle foie gras
Only choose spots that opt out of gavage
Green pepper saffron rice on the side
Baby don't trip Imma get you back to burgers in a minute
We can hit Shake Shack homie live in it
Just say you'll keep ya heels on
Chunky sweater and tights keep the trill on
Pinot noir get ya swill on
Have a conversation 'bout some sh*t that we can build on
Nah, I ain't perfect
Nowhere near the sh*t but I can you that I'm working
Never been a n***a that just focus on the surface
But I really dig it when you show me what you twerk wit'
Shots to the face, sauce faster
Faded, gone, get Casper
Trills spit gospel got the sh*t mastered
Now gone pop that pu**y for a pastor
Shots to the face, sauce faster
Wanna bag shorty homie never ever grab her
Trills spit gospel got the sh*t mastered
Now gone pop that pu**y for
This MC sh*t bang like a hammer n***as can't touch this
Let off like a 357
Life is beautiful tees you see we reppin'
Gone off that Bombay Sapphire
You should loosen up get ya staff higher
Stay outta my space I'm doing bad by ya
You don't like Trills I just laugh higher, ha
You're killing me smalls
Know about ya girl how she feeling me dog
I suggest you not get ya feelings involved
Or worry 'bout how a n***a grilling you corns
Live and let live we can all get it
See me in the cut NJ on a fitted
She just hang on every word I'm deep witted
Having a rated R night Gs permitted
Shots to the face, sauce faster
Faded, gone, get Casper
Trills spit gospel got the sh*t mastered
Now gone pop that pu**y for a pastor
Shots to the face, sauce faster
Wanna bag shorty homie never ever grab her
Trills spit gospel got the sh*t mastered
Now gone pop that pu**y for a pastor
Thick chicks, I Jack Trips, they know hotter
Son just continue to ball like Globetrotters
On a lower level n***a but it's fly
White truffle foie gras
Only choose spots that opt out of gavage
Green pepper saffron rice on the side
Baby don't trip Imma get you back to burgers in a minute
We can hit Shake Shack homie live in it
Just say you'll keep ya heels on
Chunky sweater and tights keep the trill on
Pinot noir get ya swill on
Have a conversation 'bout some sh*t that we can build on
Nah, I ain't perfect
Nowhere near the sh*t but I can you that I'm working
Never been a n***a that just focus on the surface
But I really dig it when you show me what you twerk wit'
Shots to the face, sauce faster
Faded, gone, get Casper
Trills spit gospel got the sh*t mastered
Now gone pop that pu**y for a pastor
Shots to the face, sauce faster
Wanna bag shorty homie never ever grab her
Trills spit gospel got the sh*t mastered
Now gone pop that pu**y for
