CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : How King Von Rap
Whaaa?!
Von! Von!
I had bro but he broke the code, yea that n***a told
I bought him clothes cuz he like to fold you know how that go
When I catch him send shots to his dome, turn him to a ghost
And now he smoke, it happened so fast all he heard was (BOOM)
This what happened I got me a Glock he thought I was pu**y
On yo block and yo girl was there I seen she was looking
Started talking like “girl what you want Fendi, Prada, or Gucci”
She like yea, you know Von a player superstar no rookie
But she told me where he staying at apartment places streets
So I pulled up looking through a window, he beating his meat
I’m like “cool wet him like a jet since he like to skeet
And he got money imma take his life then I’ll take his green"
So I back up and I grabbed a brick and merced it at his crib
And he get up
But he slow as f**k because he ain’t grabbed his blick
He look confused he opened up the door but don’t know who it is
I upped my blick send shots to his ribs, you know Von don’t miss
Ayy but wait I just seen a b*t*h she screaming through the crib
And she bad I couldn’t see her face but she look thicc as sh*t
I’m like damn she watched him take the bullets like that sh*t was his I’m like “f**k I gotta kill this b*t*h before she try to snitch”
So I go in crouching like a tiger I ain’t go up for nothing
She look cute and her ass was fat but I don’t count bussin
I grab my gun I was finna shoot but I kept feeling something
I’m like “buss it”
But she turned around and that b*t*h was my cousin
So we laughing she like “where you been? I was scared at first”
I’m like “chilling smoking hookah got me high as hell like birds"
"Aye but sorry that I killed yo man that n***a there a nerd”
She like “nah you should’ve did him worse cuz he from 63rd”
We not from 63rd
Stretch game put in work
I told God I don’t play with opps he gone come and get em
The opps don’t be wearing jeans I got more bullets denim
Von! Von!
I had bro but he broke the code, yea that n***a told
I bought him clothes cuz he like to fold you know how that go
When I catch him send shots to his dome, turn him to a ghost
And now he smoke, it happened so fast all he heard was (BOOM)
This what happened I got me a Glock he thought I was pu**y
On yo block and yo girl was there I seen she was looking
Started talking like “girl what you want Fendi, Prada, or Gucci”
She like yea, you know Von a player superstar no rookie
But she told me where he staying at apartment places streets
So I pulled up looking through a window, he beating his meat
I’m like “cool wet him like a jet since he like to skeet
And he got money imma take his life then I’ll take his green"
So I back up and I grabbed a brick and merced it at his crib
And he get up
But he slow as f**k because he ain’t grabbed his blick
He look confused he opened up the door but don’t know who it is
I upped my blick send shots to his ribs, you know Von don’t miss
Ayy but wait I just seen a b*t*h she screaming through the crib
And she bad I couldn’t see her face but she look thicc as sh*t
I’m like damn she watched him take the bullets like that sh*t was his I’m like “f**k I gotta kill this b*t*h before she try to snitch”
So I go in crouching like a tiger I ain’t go up for nothing
She look cute and her ass was fat but I don’t count bussin
I grab my gun I was finna shoot but I kept feeling something
I’m like “buss it”
But she turned around and that b*t*h was my cousin
So we laughing she like “where you been? I was scared at first”
I’m like “chilling smoking hookah got me high as hell like birds"
"Aye but sorry that I killed yo man that n***a there a nerd”
She like “nah you should’ve did him worse cuz he from 63rd”
We not from 63rd
Stretch game put in work
I told God I don’t play with opps he gone come and get em
The opps don’t be wearing jeans I got more bullets denim
