CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Wait
A wise man once said
He who opens his lips too wide
Creates his own destruction
(Grrrt, shine)
Hol' up, wait
I'm from Brooklyn you ain't safe
Whole team got big guns and we never talkin' to the jakes
Catch me in the kitchen whippin' whippin'
If you know the lingo that's a plate
I f**k with some Bloods, I f**k with some Cuzz, but I'm only throwin' up rakes
Hol' up, wait
I'm from Brooklyn you ain't safe
Whole team got big guns and we never talkin' to the jakes
Catch me in the kitchen whippin' whippin'
If you know the lingo that's a plate
I f**k with some Bloods, I f**k with some Cuzz, but I'm only throwin' up rakes
I'm only throwin' up H
Don't forget I'm Mr. Hoodstar
Movin' shiggy in a good car
Tryna find me? You ain't gotta look far
Look how he maneuver, stay with a shooter, .45 came with a cooler
If you play he gon' shoot ya, aim for medullas, don't conversate with no losers
I-could-I-could make these rocks work
Baby I-could-I-could make your twat squirt
It don't even matter if you got it on you n***a
You still gettin' shot first
That tough talk get your pops hurt
Coach Da Ghost, yes I am back again
I'm workin' hard like some Africans
Everywhere I go my gun comin' with me no traffickin'
He who opens his lips too wide
Creates his own destruction
(Grrrt, shine)
Hol' up, wait
I'm from Brooklyn you ain't safe
Whole team got big guns and we never talkin' to the jakes
Catch me in the kitchen whippin' whippin'
If you know the lingo that's a plate
I f**k with some Bloods, I f**k with some Cuzz, but I'm only throwin' up rakes
Hol' up, wait
I'm from Brooklyn you ain't safe
Whole team got big guns and we never talkin' to the jakes
Catch me in the kitchen whippin' whippin'
If you know the lingo that's a plate
I f**k with some Bloods, I f**k with some Cuzz, but I'm only throwin' up rakes
I'm only throwin' up H
Don't forget I'm Mr. Hoodstar
Movin' shiggy in a good car
Tryna find me? You ain't gotta look far
Look how he maneuver, stay with a shooter, .45 came with a cooler
If you play he gon' shoot ya, aim for medullas, don't conversate with no losers
I-could-I-could make these rocks work
Baby I-could-I-could make your twat squirt
It don't even matter if you got it on you n***a
You still gettin' shot first
That tough talk get your pops hurt
Coach Da Ghost, yes I am back again
I'm workin' hard like some Africans
Everywhere I go my gun comin' with me no traffickin'
