CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Heaven Ain't Free
Woe don't want no problem
Pu**y see you then I got'em
And my neck hit like some grottos
Popping thirties till she swallow
Pour my lean in baby bottles
Smoking Thrax in Colorado
I ain't sippin' on Moscato
Fifty packs of all Gelatto
Ayo, I ain't stopping
Babygirl, you can't stop him
I don't know why they try him
Gamble with you like Nevada
Send them bricks up in them tires
F**k y'all snitching like The Wire
I was chilling, now I'm wilding, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't he say what he mean?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got plays, what you need?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Forty cal when I sleep
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tried to tell 'em I need me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
B*t*h, I'm at ya throttle
All my hoes look like some models
Ain't no lying, no denial
I still dog 'em like rottweilers
And that coupe move like a possum
Money stack up like some novels
Cut throat hoe, ya head gone wobble, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't got no time to check no tags
I just drop the bag, tell ya b*t*h drop some a**
Woadie, what's the math?
Two Glocks and I add
Sixty hollow tips, hit like discs up on ya back
Gucci, Prada, baby
Used to sell dope out the slab
New Balenciagas on my feet look like some casts
Heard they looking for me, I'm on the Northside smoking gas
Press 'em like a pedal, let my S4 do the dash
Baby, what's the hamp?
B*t*h know I don't care
I walk in the trap and they greet me, "welcome back"
If I fall off guarantee I'm on your a**
Choppa like a toddler or the taurus never lack
Baby let me thrash
Flick up like some ash
Ducked off somewhere low
With ya hoe counting cash
I go in my bag
F**k up all these racks
Im just doing me while my opps looking sad
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pu**y see you then I got'em
And my neck hit like some grottos
Popping thirties till she swallow
Pour my lean in baby bottles
Smoking Thrax in Colorado
I ain't sippin' on Moscato
Fifty packs of all Gelatto
Ayo, I ain't stopping
Babygirl, you can't stop him
I don't know why they try him
Gamble with you like Nevada
Send them bricks up in them tires
F**k y'all snitching like The Wire
I was chilling, now I'm wilding, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't he say what he mean?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got plays, what you need?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Forty cal when I sleep
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tried to tell 'em I need me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
B*t*h, I'm at ya throttle
All my hoes look like some models
Ain't no lying, no denial
I still dog 'em like rottweilers
And that coupe move like a possum
Money stack up like some novels
Cut throat hoe, ya head gone wobble, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't got no time to check no tags
I just drop the bag, tell ya b*t*h drop some a**
Woadie, what's the math?
Two Glocks and I add
Sixty hollow tips, hit like discs up on ya back
Gucci, Prada, baby
Used to sell dope out the slab
New Balenciagas on my feet look like some casts
Heard they looking for me, I'm on the Northside smoking gas
Press 'em like a pedal, let my S4 do the dash
Baby, what's the hamp?
B*t*h know I don't care
I walk in the trap and they greet me, "welcome back"
If I fall off guarantee I'm on your a**
Choppa like a toddler or the taurus never lack
Baby let me thrash
Flick up like some ash
Ducked off somewhere low
With ya hoe counting cash
I go in my bag
F**k up all these racks
Im just doing me while my opps looking sad
Yeah, yeah, yeah
