CORRIGER LES PAROLES
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Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, yeah
Rockstar sh*t, Lil Peep
Pull up on his block, on his street
K.K.K. on my feet
Young n***a broke, he ain't eatin' in weeks
That boy eat in the street
Right now, that boy havin' a feast
Yeah, bon appétit
Cook up, mhm, Chef Boyardee
I'm trying to blow on that b*t*h like a leaf
It's a new year, but I'm makin' it leap
I got the grip on the stick, like a Wii
I got the gold on my neck, on my teeth
Uh, shine, uh, I mean
Uh, get blind, uh, for weeks
Uh, for buyers, uh, for keeps
Yeah, I'm tired, uh, yeah, ain't no show, uh, yeah
In the sky, uh, yeah, yeah, let's go, uh, yeah
Get that rye, uh, yeah, get that dough, uh, yeah
Leave 'em red, uh, yeah, like a Coke, uh, yeah, yeah, uh
Poppin' percocets, she's tellin' me to stop that sh*t
But I can't stop that sh*t, perkies got me feelin' lit
All relaxed and sh*t, tryna blow her back and sh*t
But I can't love that b*t*h, you know I had to dump that b*t*h
Doublin' back just to make sure they gone
f**ked that b*t*h in her back and I'm breakin' her bones
Big ass gun put your ass in the ground
You are not my b*t*h, stop hittin' my phone
Ayy, she suck on my d**k, got me hard as a stone
Psychedelics got me in the mind zone
I just want the money, just leave me alone
Stop stealin' my swag, lil' n***a, you a clone
Ayy, we came up, now n***as be hatin'
Hop out the Wraith, how a n***a be skatin'
Look at my wrist, how a n***a be bakin'
Hittin' that ho', lil' b*t*h, I ain't cakin'
Want work, now I got your b*t*h naked
Run up, get fried like some bacon
Shooter with dreads, he look like he Haitian
Based Obama, how I'm running the nation
b*t*hes be burnt, my n***as be turnt
Your pockets be hurt, ain't nothin' worse
Your life is a curse
I'm feelin' like Kurt, no Angle
Broke lil' n***as, f**k up your ankles
Switch up flow, I feel a lil' uzi
Set it off, I feel like lil boosie
She gave me that brain and threw me that coochie
I throw a lil' money, she shakin' her booty
I wearin' all Prada, she wearin' all Gucci
Let the Glock sing, just like it's lucci
I gave her the soothing, I'm rockin' the nudy
Zone 6 n***a, shout out Young Nudy
Zone 6 n***a, shout out Young Nudy
I've been slime so how could you fool me?
I walk in your trap like you already knew me
I work on her back on I ask for that coochie
Uh, uh, yeah
Rockstar sh*t, Lil Peep
Pull up on his block, on his street
K.K.K. on my feet
Young n***a broke, he ain't eatin' in weeks
That boy eat in the street
Right now, that boy havin' a feast
Yeah, bon appétit
Cook up, mhm, Chef Boyardee
I'm trying to blow on that b*t*h like a leaf
It's a new year, but I'm makin' it leap
I got the grip on the stick, like a Wii
I got the gold on my neck, on my teeth
Uh, shine, uh, I mean
Uh, get blind, uh, for weeks
Uh, for buyers, uh, for keeps
Yeah, I'm tired, uh, yeah, ain't no show, uh, yeah
In the sky, uh, yeah, yeah, let's go, uh, yeah
Get that rye, uh, yeah, get that dough, uh, yeah
Leave 'em red, uh, yeah, like a Coke, uh, yeah, yeah, uh
Poppin' percocets, she's tellin' me to stop that sh*t
But I can't stop that sh*t, perkies got me feelin' lit
All relaxed and sh*t, tryna blow her back and sh*t
But I can't love that b*t*h, you know I had to dump that b*t*h
Doublin' back just to make sure they gone
f**ked that b*t*h in her back and I'm breakin' her bones
Big ass gun put your ass in the ground
You are not my b*t*h, stop hittin' my phone
Ayy, she suck on my d**k, got me hard as a stone
Psychedelics got me in the mind zone
I just want the money, just leave me alone
Stop stealin' my swag, lil' n***a, you a clone
Ayy, we came up, now n***as be hatin'
Hop out the Wraith, how a n***a be skatin'
Look at my wrist, how a n***a be bakin'
Hittin' that ho', lil' b*t*h, I ain't cakin'
Want work, now I got your b*t*h naked
Run up, get fried like some bacon
Shooter with dreads, he look like he Haitian
Based Obama, how I'm running the nation
b*t*hes be burnt, my n***as be turnt
Your pockets be hurt, ain't nothin' worse
Your life is a curse
I'm feelin' like Kurt, no Angle
Broke lil' n***as, f**k up your ankles
Switch up flow, I feel a lil' uzi
Set it off, I feel like lil boosie
She gave me that brain and threw me that coochie
I throw a lil' money, she shakin' her booty
I wearin' all Prada, she wearin' all Gucci
Let the Glock sing, just like it's lucci
I gave her the soothing, I'm rockin' the nudy
Zone 6 n***a, shout out Young Nudy
Zone 6 n***a, shout out Young Nudy
I've been slime so how could you fool me?
I walk in your trap like you already knew me
I work on her back on I ask for that coochie
