CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Mass On Sunday

Globally (Yeah), lookin' at Esthers
Still up in that kitchen, cookin' up extras (Yeah)
And f**k that-, I ain't lookin' at exes
I'm billin' up mansions and cookin' up sketches
They know that we, they know that we like that
But nobody, nobody likes that
You're just only a mic man
You just roll wit' your hype man
So I roll wit' it, 'cause nobody likes man
They love me and hate me
They hate that they love me
They hug me and rate me
I'm up in the mainstream, all up in their pastry
A couple of cases, that supper was tasty
Hollowman, the rider (Yeah)
Hit him with the Joshua
Spin him with the wilder
If it wasn't definitely, then it was a kinda
Kill him with the kindness, dealin' with the kinder

Mass on Sunday
Cash in hand, cash on Monday
Man want beef, man want gunplay (Yeah)
f**k that sh*t, cash on Monday
Mass on Sunday (Sunday), yeah
Cash in hand, cash on Monday
Man want beef (Beef), man want gunplay (Gunplay) (Yeah)
f**k that sh*t, cash on Monday