CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Crazy Talk
sh*t, that's a Danny G beat
It's Lando, yo b*t*h know, don't let yo b*t*h go, n***a
I just poured up some Hi-Tech, that sh*t expired
If you got yo ID in a car, you just got hired
I heard that n***a working at McDonald's, he just got fired
I'm tryna spark up a Backwood with a big lighter
Trap star turned rap star
Pull up on a whole block, they like, "Who in that car?"
f**king on yo ho twat, walk in, back arch
Boy, you n***as too behind, must've got a bad start
Whole gang wet as hell, we looking like some scuba divers
Only thing I punch is drip, b*t*h, we be shooting fighters
Got a hundred gadgets in this whip, I'm the new MacGyver
Twenty racks on me but I'm still finna use the slider
Aye
She like, "Why you take 'еm on a chase?", b*t*h, this car go fast
n***a think he finna slide this way? I bе the park yo ass
7.62s, .308s, bro, yo car won't last
No Jordan, ball like MJ but I'll spark yo ass
Finna double back 'cause the piece hit like Pacquiao
Feel like Pooh Shiesty in the club, they ain't pat me down
Feds hit me up, like a mouse, I won't make a sound
I don't got no heart, boy, I'm in love with Ben Franklins now
Fell inside of Louis, I was in some Fendi sh*t
How you the one taking pictures and a n***a kit?
You would think I hang with Clay Matthews, n***as getting blitz
We'll pool down in a Uber, get a n***a lift
Must've got a bad part, you never play a role
I don't play the game, n***a rather play these hoes
Tried to take me out the game 'cause I be throwing bows
Make a n***a b*t*h wipe me down like Lil Boosie song
Ninety-nine percent of opps dead, they got germitized
Lando put a Arab on yo head, get his turban tied
Me and [?] had slid with the heat, they got burned alive
I'll put a Nazi on yo head, I got German ties
My right pocket throwing fours, shoes throwing fives
Only thing on a n***a mind, "Which ho gon' drive?"
Pour a six in a twenty ounce, make it come alive
We gon' keep spinning 'round yo block till somebody die
Flash on a Glock, he pull up shooting like the paparazzi
We gon' give dawg the Ricky treatment if we pop the shotty
Thirty dollar cookie in yo 'Wood, that is not biscotti
Fans know it's me, I had to tell the clerk to balaclava me
Huh, aye, sh*ttyBoyz
It's Lando, yo b*t*h know, don't let yo b*t*h go, n***a
I just poured up some Hi-Tech, that sh*t expired
If you got yo ID in a car, you just got hired
I heard that n***a working at McDonald's, he just got fired
I'm tryna spark up a Backwood with a big lighter
Trap star turned rap star
Pull up on a whole block, they like, "Who in that car?"
f**king on yo ho twat, walk in, back arch
Boy, you n***as too behind, must've got a bad start
Whole gang wet as hell, we looking like some scuba divers
Only thing I punch is drip, b*t*h, we be shooting fighters
Got a hundred gadgets in this whip, I'm the new MacGyver
Twenty racks on me but I'm still finna use the slider
Aye
She like, "Why you take 'еm on a chase?", b*t*h, this car go fast
n***a think he finna slide this way? I bе the park yo ass
7.62s, .308s, bro, yo car won't last
No Jordan, ball like MJ but I'll spark yo ass
Finna double back 'cause the piece hit like Pacquiao
Feel like Pooh Shiesty in the club, they ain't pat me down
Feds hit me up, like a mouse, I won't make a sound
I don't got no heart, boy, I'm in love with Ben Franklins now
Fell inside of Louis, I was in some Fendi sh*t
How you the one taking pictures and a n***a kit?
You would think I hang with Clay Matthews, n***as getting blitz
We'll pool down in a Uber, get a n***a lift
Must've got a bad part, you never play a role
I don't play the game, n***a rather play these hoes
Tried to take me out the game 'cause I be throwing bows
Make a n***a b*t*h wipe me down like Lil Boosie song
Ninety-nine percent of opps dead, they got germitized
Lando put a Arab on yo head, get his turban tied
Me and [?] had slid with the heat, they got burned alive
I'll put a Nazi on yo head, I got German ties
My right pocket throwing fours, shoes throwing fives
Only thing on a n***a mind, "Which ho gon' drive?"
Pour a six in a twenty ounce, make it come alive
We gon' keep spinning 'round yo block till somebody die
Flash on a Glock, he pull up shooting like the paparazzi
We gon' give dawg the Ricky treatment if we pop the shotty
Thirty dollar cookie in yo 'Wood, that is not biscotti
Fans know it's me, I had to tell the clerk to balaclava me
Huh, aye, sh*ttyBoyz
