CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Fight Night Round 3 sh*t
Oooh Sav killed it
If I was down to my last dollar, give a f**k what they think
We gon’ load a 80 Benz and old Impala
Told this b*t*h my boys from Detroit she askin bout Sada
My wife prolly in New York making enchiladas
b*t*h want me to put her in school, I am not your poppa
Thirty clip and it feel full, I’m in my mood
Ready to road rage in a Rolls (aye)
Ready to road in a Rolls to go hit your hoe
b*t*h leave me alone when I’m at home, & I’m sipping my fo’
n***as better not run up on me wrong, that sh*t in my coat
And it clear they lookin at Boat just like he the Pope
You know I done done it all, I ain’t Shotty Lo
Rap n***a play with the bag, keep it on the low
Cool n***a run with the steppers, steppin on the dope
I just-i just touched down, Yachty scooped me Double R
I think I gotta everything man Saint Laurant
n***a say they see on the jet and on the block
Give a bad b*t*h 4 minutes like a vibe
Lil cuz said he want some money, send him out
Spot banging like it’s fast food in n out
If my youngin catch a n***a outside they’ll spin the block
How the f**k these n***as actin like they street they in the house
Heard that n***a want the clout, f**k it put them in a cloud
Heard the brokest n***as loud that’s why I don’t make a sound
That n***a said he don’t like Veeze, he don’t know why
I read about sh*t you ain’t seen or you ain’t know about
I sleep on Chrome Heart pillows at Lil Boat house
I’m doing scamming sending bows to yo hoe house
Riding with a 120 shots boy that’s 4 Glocks
Me and face had shows and low’s and they sold out
We just turned a San Fran mansion to a grow house
I just spent 3 thousand on a coat cause it’s cold now
I can’t ride around in that Bentley, cause it’s old now
I can’t hang around with that n***a, cause he told now
You was just a gangsta online, why you folding now
I thought body was your OG, why they hoein’ him out
Pull up in ATL with them things, make it snow in the south
Trappin by the door in my room, it’s one more on the couch
Seventeen wavy not a yacht in the water
Rolex shopping seen the yacht and I bought it
Me and Meech treat the gallery like a office
Lately I been Globetrotten like I’m playing in Harlem
Riding round like we ain’t famous with a Glock and a Rarri
All my n***as banging red, like they got hired at Target
Bout to change my name to Ken, all my b*t*hes be Barbies
She keep throwing me the pu**y, but I really don’t want it
If her throat could have a baby, I might end up on Maury
Walk around with 20 thousand for the times I was strarvin’
If she pop an X pill, then that pu**y I’m carving
I done f**ked a thousand girls who BD’s think I’m garbage
Well it’s a pandemic, world recession, I’m never starving
n***a play with my money leave him lumpy like Martin
Let’s be honest, I’m the real reason all you b*t*hes want a Birkin
How the hell his nails painted and his n***as gonna murk you
Made a million dollar cash and the bank I ain’t go to
Seen what you said online, I just really don’t know you
Why would I shine some light on these n***as on purpose
My b*t*h bring her friend it’s gon’ turn to a circus
I just got mad at Veeze, he don’t check his purchases
(Ahhhh)
I’m in purses
This b*t*h mad I ain’t text back, she worthless
If I was down to my last dollar, give a f**k what they think
We gon’ load a 80 Benz and old Impala
Told this b*t*h my boys from Detroit she askin bout Sada
My wife prolly in New York making enchiladas
b*t*h want me to put her in school, I am not your poppa
Thirty clip and it feel full, I’m in my mood
Ready to road rage in a Rolls (aye)
Ready to road in a Rolls to go hit your hoe
b*t*h leave me alone when I’m at home, & I’m sipping my fo’
n***as better not run up on me wrong, that sh*t in my coat
And it clear they lookin at Boat just like he the Pope
You know I done done it all, I ain’t Shotty Lo
Rap n***a play with the bag, keep it on the low
Cool n***a run with the steppers, steppin on the dope
I just-i just touched down, Yachty scooped me Double R
I think I gotta everything man Saint Laurant
n***a say they see on the jet and on the block
Give a bad b*t*h 4 minutes like a vibe
Lil cuz said he want some money, send him out
Spot banging like it’s fast food in n out
If my youngin catch a n***a outside they’ll spin the block
How the f**k these n***as actin like they street they in the house
Heard that n***a want the clout, f**k it put them in a cloud
Heard the brokest n***as loud that’s why I don’t make a sound
That n***a said he don’t like Veeze, he don’t know why
I read about sh*t you ain’t seen or you ain’t know about
I sleep on Chrome Heart pillows at Lil Boat house
I’m doing scamming sending bows to yo hoe house
Riding with a 120 shots boy that’s 4 Glocks
Me and face had shows and low’s and they sold out
We just turned a San Fran mansion to a grow house
I just spent 3 thousand on a coat cause it’s cold now
I can’t ride around in that Bentley, cause it’s old now
I can’t hang around with that n***a, cause he told now
You was just a gangsta online, why you folding now
I thought body was your OG, why they hoein’ him out
Pull up in ATL with them things, make it snow in the south
Trappin by the door in my room, it’s one more on the couch
Seventeen wavy not a yacht in the water
Rolex shopping seen the yacht and I bought it
Me and Meech treat the gallery like a office
Lately I been Globetrotten like I’m playing in Harlem
Riding round like we ain’t famous with a Glock and a Rarri
All my n***as banging red, like they got hired at Target
Bout to change my name to Ken, all my b*t*hes be Barbies
She keep throwing me the pu**y, but I really don’t want it
If her throat could have a baby, I might end up on Maury
Walk around with 20 thousand for the times I was strarvin’
If she pop an X pill, then that pu**y I’m carving
I done f**ked a thousand girls who BD’s think I’m garbage
Well it’s a pandemic, world recession, I’m never starving
n***a play with my money leave him lumpy like Martin
Let’s be honest, I’m the real reason all you b*t*hes want a Birkin
How the hell his nails painted and his n***as gonna murk you
Made a million dollar cash and the bank I ain’t go to
Seen what you said online, I just really don’t know you
Why would I shine some light on these n***as on purpose
My b*t*h bring her friend it’s gon’ turn to a circus
I just got mad at Veeze, he don’t check his purchases
(Ahhhh)
I’m in purses
This b*t*h mad I ain’t text back, she worthless
