CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Drunk Fighting
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
Mike just poured two
Mike just popped three Percs, he off a Perc-90
(Premo Beats on the track)
Mike just popped blue, alright, okay
Woo, alright (It's with a K, dumbass)
Mike just, okay, okay, okay, okay
KrispyLife, n***a (Iced Up Records)
Mike just popped three blue pills, he off a Perc-90
Oh, you say you f**ked Mike? b*t*h, I'm finna fight you
Damn, yeah, I thought I really liked you
But that's okay, though, I'ma one-night you
Made her drink a fifth of Patrón, she my drunk idol
Had her meet me in the bedroom, we was drunk fightin'
I'm finna blow this n***a car up, I know fun science
I'll still beat a n***a ass, but I'm a gun buyer
PLR with the nuts on it, that's that onе rifle
Stick my finger in your as*h**e, this thе fun Michael
Swear to God that n***a gon' die quick if he touch Michael
f**k around and get your family killed just to enlight you
Shooter made ESPN, this that one rifle
I'm only keepin' you around 'cause my son like you
7.62s, 5— ah, f**k
7.62s, 5.56, read the gun title
All killers on my team, ain't no punks by me
Guarantee you gon' leave the scene if you touch Michael
It's a knife on the front, this that one rifle
Bring the baby Drac' below my waist, then bump fire
If you see a b*t*h flick me off in public, then we f**ked probably
We ain't never bought no Cookie, we Runtz buyers
Ridin' 'round lookin' for them n***as with a hunting rifle
Bust a ten milli' in the car, sound like thunder strikin'
Damn, where the f**k my bags? We gotta jump the pilot
Them n***as over there sweet, just a bunch of icing
I feel good about my hands, I'll fight Mike Tyson
I ain't your typical lightskin, I am not Osiris
If you see me with a trenchcoat, I got a pump probably
If you see me with a thick b*t*h, I done f**ked probably
n***a, if you ain't got no money, you can't come by me
Step on the brick like the task force, I'm Rodney
I can't be stopped, Ghetto Boyz times IUR
Popped three thirties, drunk a four, and couldn't find my car
I'm sick your haircut f**ked up but your lineup hard
Hard work to get me where I'm at, I'm a rising star
Bro said the E's work— ah
Bro said the E's don't work no more, he tryna find a bar
Shot my name in a n***a back, that's the finest art
If you wanna know if a b*t*h still love you, spend some time apart
f**k, I killed a rap n***a, he died a star
b*t*h, jump on a rap n***a d**k, come ride a star
Kidd, where the f**k Vezz at? I'm tryna sign to IUR
I'm Jody, my b*t*h woke up and couldn't find her car
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
(Premo Beats on the track)
Mike just poured two
Mike just popped three Percs, he off a Perc-90
(Premo Beats on the track)
Mike just popped blue, alright, okay
Woo, alright (It's with a K, dumbass)
Mike just, okay, okay, okay, okay
KrispyLife, n***a (Iced Up Records)
Mike just popped three blue pills, he off a Perc-90
Oh, you say you f**ked Mike? b*t*h, I'm finna fight you
Damn, yeah, I thought I really liked you
But that's okay, though, I'ma one-night you
Made her drink a fifth of Patrón, she my drunk idol
Had her meet me in the bedroom, we was drunk fightin'
I'm finna blow this n***a car up, I know fun science
I'll still beat a n***a ass, but I'm a gun buyer
PLR with the nuts on it, that's that onе rifle
Stick my finger in your as*h**e, this thе fun Michael
Swear to God that n***a gon' die quick if he touch Michael
f**k around and get your family killed just to enlight you
Shooter made ESPN, this that one rifle
I'm only keepin' you around 'cause my son like you
7.62s, 5— ah, f**k
7.62s, 5.56, read the gun title
All killers on my team, ain't no punks by me
Guarantee you gon' leave the scene if you touch Michael
It's a knife on the front, this that one rifle
Bring the baby Drac' below my waist, then bump fire
If you see a b*t*h flick me off in public, then we f**ked probably
We ain't never bought no Cookie, we Runtz buyers
Ridin' 'round lookin' for them n***as with a hunting rifle
Bust a ten milli' in the car, sound like thunder strikin'
Damn, where the f**k my bags? We gotta jump the pilot
Them n***as over there sweet, just a bunch of icing
I feel good about my hands, I'll fight Mike Tyson
I ain't your typical lightskin, I am not Osiris
If you see me with a trenchcoat, I got a pump probably
If you see me with a thick b*t*h, I done f**ked probably
n***a, if you ain't got no money, you can't come by me
Step on the brick like the task force, I'm Rodney
I can't be stopped, Ghetto Boyz times IUR
Popped three thirties, drunk a four, and couldn't find my car
I'm sick your haircut f**ked up but your lineup hard
Hard work to get me where I'm at, I'm a rising star
Bro said the E's work— ah
Bro said the E's don't work no more, he tryna find a bar
Shot my name in a n***a back, that's the finest art
If you wanna know if a b*t*h still love you, spend some time apart
f**k, I killed a rap n***a, he died a star
b*t*h, jump on a rap n***a d**k, come ride a star
Kidd, where the f**k Vezz at? I'm tryna sign to IUR
I'm Jody, my b*t*h woke up and couldn't find her car
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
(Premo Beats on the track)
