CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Lynch Em
Yeah
(Whoever don't cook it, they gonna have to do the dishes)
Yeah
Yeah
I'm feelin blessed man
Ok KMoney
I can see em standing in the crowd yelling lynch em (oh yeah)
How could I retire from the streets with a pension (how tf you do that)
Whoever done cook it, they gonna have to do the dishes (aight)
Bad lil b*t*h her taste in fashion is exquisite (I like that)
Ugly big B's it's ridiculous
It's funny I can a n***a main to my mistress (that's my hoe)
All that talkin down slit his throat like I'm whispers
Baby I'm a hoodlum I was raised in the trenches (yeah)
Hell yeah I'm talking fish scale but where the fishes (where they at)
E light full of b*t*hs, got your net worth in britches (talm bout)
Almost lost it all, threw the ball 4th and inches (wooh)
Baby I'm a dog touchdown b*t*h let's get it (let's get it)
n***as grown as hell n steal purp and I don't get (I'm lost)
Say you did what back when must of missed it (when you do that)
When I was in the field back when I ain't see these n***as faces (none of these n***as)
b*t*h I ain't trippin, if you trippin its replacements
Big woods spread it full wax they think I laced it (yeah)
Ignant young n***a throwing money on the waitress (I'm gonna f**k her)
Oh you think you cut boy you runnin with sheep (crazy)
The only statement that was made, f**k the police (f**k em)
Counting dead prez why you think it's called the white house (yeah)
Put your hand on baby they gone cuts your f**king lights out (grraa)
You wanna make some money, baby can you drive my right now (I need you)
Everyday a dollar n***a tell me what your life bout
Red pint, red seat, louis with the red feet (red)
Touchdowns in the nd, told em I was bandsteve (haha)
I can sell em hands free, I can sell em hands on, I don't give a f**k what they say imma stand strong (10 stripes n***a)
A little in your baggies, put a lil in your purse
Give some effort towards that rapper still investing in that work
n***as asking what happened brodie stabbed me, I was hurt
I'm just finishing my last ones tryna grab some for the first
Musta admit God blessed a n***a, I ain't really stressing n***a, Babygirl came and she left a n***a
I don't want that dope if I can't stretch it n***a
Drinking Texas, countin' in a Lexus with my Texas n***as
If hatin' was a crime they'd arrest these n***as
I ain't do sh*t but wait my turn, just the next one wit it
f**k the beans I should by a doc and tax for visit
Same b*t*h who curved me tryna f**k me cause my neck is jittin'
All that f**king money but I still don't respect these n***as
Crying for attention I guess momma was neglecting n***as
(Whoever don't cook it, they gonna have to do the dishes)
Yeah
Yeah
I'm feelin blessed man
Ok KMoney
I can see em standing in the crowd yelling lynch em (oh yeah)
How could I retire from the streets with a pension (how tf you do that)
Whoever done cook it, they gonna have to do the dishes (aight)
Bad lil b*t*h her taste in fashion is exquisite (I like that)
Ugly big B's it's ridiculous
It's funny I can a n***a main to my mistress (that's my hoe)
All that talkin down slit his throat like I'm whispers
Baby I'm a hoodlum I was raised in the trenches (yeah)
Hell yeah I'm talking fish scale but where the fishes (where they at)
E light full of b*t*hs, got your net worth in britches (talm bout)
Almost lost it all, threw the ball 4th and inches (wooh)
Baby I'm a dog touchdown b*t*h let's get it (let's get it)
n***as grown as hell n steal purp and I don't get (I'm lost)
Say you did what back when must of missed it (when you do that)
When I was in the field back when I ain't see these n***as faces (none of these n***as)
b*t*h I ain't trippin, if you trippin its replacements
Big woods spread it full wax they think I laced it (yeah)
Ignant young n***a throwing money on the waitress (I'm gonna f**k her)
Oh you think you cut boy you runnin with sheep (crazy)
The only statement that was made, f**k the police (f**k em)
Counting dead prez why you think it's called the white house (yeah)
Put your hand on baby they gone cuts your f**king lights out (grraa)
You wanna make some money, baby can you drive my right now (I need you)
Everyday a dollar n***a tell me what your life bout
Red pint, red seat, louis with the red feet (red)
Touchdowns in the nd, told em I was bandsteve (haha)
I can sell em hands free, I can sell em hands on, I don't give a f**k what they say imma stand strong (10 stripes n***a)
A little in your baggies, put a lil in your purse
Give some effort towards that rapper still investing in that work
n***as asking what happened brodie stabbed me, I was hurt
I'm just finishing my last ones tryna grab some for the first
Musta admit God blessed a n***a, I ain't really stressing n***a, Babygirl came and she left a n***a
I don't want that dope if I can't stretch it n***a
Drinking Texas, countin' in a Lexus with my Texas n***as
If hatin' was a crime they'd arrest these n***as
I ain't do sh*t but wait my turn, just the next one wit it
f**k the beans I should by a doc and tax for visit
Same b*t*h who curved me tryna f**k me cause my neck is jittin'
All that f**king money but I still don't respect these n***as
Crying for attention I guess momma was neglecting n***as
