CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Blue Story
Bust out the meter, this one for Tunechi and Jeter, yeah
Just one song for all my loved ones, yeah
We ain't keepin' score, just know I'm up somethin', yeah
Trust nothing, yeah
Bought that b*t*h champagne, I sip on mud bubbly
We had went and got it when it was nothing, yeah
Thankful for my third, I got love something, yeah
Somebody gotta be there, I got drugs coming, yeah
Roof to floor my window, so on and so far
I'm the perfect n***a for lil' shawty, she like dope boys
Jumping off that jet, b*t*hes like, "I think that's ol' boy"
I just spent this Percocet, can you do it 'til your throat sore?
I got real ones that gon' die for me, don't feel me
Father took my dawg, left me empty, huh
All we know is thuggin', ain't no other way for me, yeah
I can tell it's fake, so keep your love away from me, yeah
Sippin' in my coupe, uh, listening to Cole World
Visiting my youth, still got feelings for my old girl
Shawty think she owed something, did this on my own, girl
Tryna be optimistic, I be really in my own world
Pour that deuce up, can't resist, yeah
Gotta be on my toes, I know n***as wan' push my sh*t back
Lot of these n***as done folded on me, labels tryna push my sh*t back
That means gotta keep them loads coming, 'member my sh*t wasn't lit yet
Just one song for all my loved ones, yeah
We ain't keepin' score, just know I'm up somethin', yeah
Trust nothing, yeah
Bought that b*t*h champagne, I sip on mud bubbly
We had went and got it when it was nothing, yeah
Thankful for my third, I got love something, yeah
Somebody gotta be there, I got drugs coming, yeah
Roof to floor my window, so on and so far
I'm the perfect n***a for lil' shawty, she like dope boys
Jumping off that jet, b*t*hes like, "I think that's ol' boy"
I just spent this Percocet, can you do it 'til your throat sore?
I got real ones that gon' die for me, don't feel me
Father took my dawg, left me empty, huh
All we know is thuggin', ain't no other way for me, yeah
I can tell it's fake, so keep your love away from me, yeah
Sippin' in my coupe, uh, listening to Cole World
Visiting my youth, still got feelings for my old girl
Shawty think she owed something, did this on my own, girl
Tryna be optimistic, I be really in my own world
Pour that deuce up, can't resist, yeah
Gotta be on my toes, I know n***as wan' push my sh*t back
Lot of these n***as done folded on me, labels tryna push my sh*t back
That means gotta keep them loads coming, 'member my sh*t wasn't lit yet
