CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Catch Hell
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you f**kin' with the wrong one, yeah
'Cause you can get it right (Oh), you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you f**kin' with the wrong one, yeah
'Cause you can get it right (Oh), you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)
My throne, this is my throne
Heavy is the crown, and this sh*t is so cold
So cold like my veins, I ain't never lied
Castin' out these demons like I'm castin' out a line
Okay chill, calm your horses, you get killed like abortions
I'm so real, make you fear, them bullets hit you in your torso
How you want it? You can get it, split 'em like some firewood
I'm just out here by myself, wish-a-motha-f**ka-would
Okay, hit 'em with the buckshot, no f**k sh*t
Go ahead call the cops, no f**ks to give
What's up b*t*h? Lookin' for a lick, well sh*t
I'm p*ssed, I don't need no pistol, hit 'em with fists
Life's a b*t*h, mine's a hooker and she's rich
And I'm a pimp, so off that money miss me with that funny sh*t
Country rappers make me sick, half of y'all can't rap for sh*t
Comin' at you like a pit, then I'm pa**in' you like Vick
I feel bad for laughin', when this half-a**ed rappin' gonna quit?
I ain't known for runnin', but just know I came to run this sh*t
For real
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you f**kin' with the wrong one, yeah
'Cause you can get it right (aye), you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you f**kin' with the wrong one, yeah
'Cause you can get it right (aye), you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)
Two times, hit 'em two times
Castin' out these demons like I'm castin' out a line
I ain't lyin' fist fight , who hit like a girl
In the woods spinnin' tires, paint looks like a pearl
Ayy, we got the sauce, you with the crust
Feel the hit sit down deep in your gut
One little gunshot make the barn rock, what the f**k
Middle finger up, cook 'em in the crock pot
Hop out while it's runnin', what up?
You will never see me comin', shut up
All my critics mind your business
Ain't hear nothin' but some crickets
B***er you up like homemade biscuits
Don't kiss a** but damn sure kick it
B*t*hes, I'm up in these trenches
Busta lookin' like a princess
Princess up in lifted trucks
No DJ but I mix it up
No replay so live it up
Don't take L's, we winnin' yup
We winnin', come get it
You fakin', we livin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you f**kin' with the wrong one, yeah
'Cause you can get it right (aye), you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you f**kin' with the wrong one, yeah
'Cause you can get it right (aye), you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)
From no one, you f**kin' with the wrong one, yeah
'Cause you can get it right (Oh), you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you f**kin' with the wrong one, yeah
'Cause you can get it right (Oh), you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)
My throne, this is my throne
Heavy is the crown, and this sh*t is so cold
So cold like my veins, I ain't never lied
Castin' out these demons like I'm castin' out a line
Okay chill, calm your horses, you get killed like abortions
I'm so real, make you fear, them bullets hit you in your torso
How you want it? You can get it, split 'em like some firewood
I'm just out here by myself, wish-a-motha-f**ka-would
Okay, hit 'em with the buckshot, no f**k sh*t
Go ahead call the cops, no f**ks to give
What's up b*t*h? Lookin' for a lick, well sh*t
I'm p*ssed, I don't need no pistol, hit 'em with fists
Life's a b*t*h, mine's a hooker and she's rich
And I'm a pimp, so off that money miss me with that funny sh*t
Country rappers make me sick, half of y'all can't rap for sh*t
Comin' at you like a pit, then I'm pa**in' you like Vick
I feel bad for laughin', when this half-a**ed rappin' gonna quit?
I ain't known for runnin', but just know I came to run this sh*t
For real
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you f**kin' with the wrong one, yeah
'Cause you can get it right (aye), you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you f**kin' with the wrong one, yeah
'Cause you can get it right (aye), you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)
Two times, hit 'em two times
Castin' out these demons like I'm castin' out a line
I ain't lyin' fist fight , who hit like a girl
In the woods spinnin' tires, paint looks like a pearl
Ayy, we got the sauce, you with the crust
Feel the hit sit down deep in your gut
One little gunshot make the barn rock, what the f**k
Middle finger up, cook 'em in the crock pot
Hop out while it's runnin', what up?
You will never see me comin', shut up
All my critics mind your business
Ain't hear nothin' but some crickets
B***er you up like homemade biscuits
Don't kiss a** but damn sure kick it
B*t*hes, I'm up in these trenches
Busta lookin' like a princess
Princess up in lifted trucks
No DJ but I mix it up
No replay so live it up
Don't take L's, we winnin' yup
We winnin', come get it
You fakin', we livin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you f**kin' with the wrong one, yeah
'Cause you can get it right (aye), you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)
Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run
From no one, you f**kin' with the wrong one, yeah
'Cause you can get it right (aye), you can get it right
Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy)
