CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : What It Look Like
Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang, squad, squad
Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad, squad
You let her give you a milk mustache
I was on my way to get the cash
You sent a d**k picture, she said you sad
All these blue handreds where my racks
I used to need money on the gas
I used to need 10 on the smoke
I was in the alleyway, we on front$treet, hand on the dope
Slick knows fans for the folks
b*t*h I'm from the motherf**kin' go, where your chances is a low
If you getting bread, you could be toast
I been on the west for years, I might hit my city wearing somе locs
Yo hoe be coming ten up on my posts
3 bands on this b*t*h but I still might f**k hеr on the floor
Stick I'm stuck to angels like I'm post
Told that b*t*h you better not be on the line you get chops
New choppa I got came with a scope
n***as dont know how to use a gun
How the f**k they gone know how to use a scope?
Damn
Run up boy, you gonna die
It's a .45, what it look like?
Streets don't love you, momma told you that
Got a fatass strap, it'll blow your back
Two starphones, 5-10 blunts
Chefs just made a plat, gone and get one
I'm a greedy n***a, I'm on my 61
I got me a b*t*h, and got my d**k one
Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad, squad
You let her give you a milk mustache
I was on my way to get the cash
You sent a d**k picture, she said you sad
All these blue handreds where my racks
I used to need money on the gas
I used to need 10 on the smoke
I was in the alleyway, we on front$treet, hand on the dope
Slick knows fans for the folks
b*t*h I'm from the motherf**kin' go, where your chances is a low
If you getting bread, you could be toast
I been on the west for years, I might hit my city wearing somе locs
Yo hoe be coming ten up on my posts
3 bands on this b*t*h but I still might f**k hеr on the floor
Stick I'm stuck to angels like I'm post
Told that b*t*h you better not be on the line you get chops
New choppa I got came with a scope
n***as dont know how to use a gun
How the f**k they gone know how to use a scope?
Damn
Run up boy, you gonna die
It's a .45, what it look like?
Streets don't love you, momma told you that
Got a fatass strap, it'll blow your back
Two starphones, 5-10 blunts
Chefs just made a plat, gone and get one
I'm a greedy n***a, I'm on my 61
I got me a b*t*h, and got my d**k one
