CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Naskar

I can't play around and thats the truth, baby
Look at all the sh*t, I got to lose, baby
Pull up in that NASCAR, skirting off this nothing new, baby
In my mind, I’m going too crazy
I see you ain't even got a clue, baby
In the Lam truck, I’m outside
Pick a fight and blame that sh*t on you, baby

I’on even feel no type of way about it
I’on even feel no type of way about it, nah
I’on feel no type of way about it
I’on feel no type of way about it-