CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : MY TYPE*
Lyrics from Snippets
Grow up, n***a
b*t*h I told y'all, we don't back down, then we had to get him (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
Don't got time for yo' ass, you ain't my type
Big thighs, big tits, big ass, that's what I like
Big sticks, big clips, big gas, don't leave em, alright?
I remember them days out on that block, I had to get right
Setting up shop hand full of crack rock I ball my fist tight
This 10 inch, this very long stick, that's what your b*t*h like
A b*t*h n***a, a man who act like hoe, that's what I dislike
A wig splitter, the ammo in this pole that take a b*t*h life
Let's get it n***a, yeah I brought a pole, but we can fist fight
We did it n***a, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by
We with it n***a, we don't do the joke and tell the opps that they can get it n***a
Creep up on him, blacked out, he won't know what hit him
b*t*h I told you, we don't back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
Grow up, n***a
b*t*h I told y'all, we don't back down, then we had to get him (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
Don't got time for yo' ass, you ain't my type
Big thighs, big tits, big ass, that's what I like
Big sticks, big clips, big gas, don't leave em, alright?
I remember them days out on that block, I had to get right
Setting up shop hand full of crack rock I ball my fist tight
This 10 inch, this very long stick, that's what your b*t*h like
A b*t*h n***a, a man who act like hoe, that's what I dislike
A wig splitter, the ammo in this pole that take a b*t*h life
Let's get it n***a, yeah I brought a pole, but we can fist fight
We did it n***a, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by
We with it n***a, we don't do the joke and tell the opps that they can get it n***a
Creep up on him, blacked out, he won't know what hit him
b*t*h I told you, we don't back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
