CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Beatbox Freestyle
Hit him in his spine one more time for that sweet talk (Damn E, this sh*t exclusive)
Give a n***a some time he was selling all that rerock
Get him hit, he drop
"Hood Melody", free Top
Twitter y'all post and delete
My b*t*h can not get over me
I be in that pu**y deep
I'm a n***a you should keep
Don't be asking who is me
Before I f**k you Google me
Then comments don't be moving me
f**k is they gon' do to me?
You do for me I do for you
You cool with me I'm cool with you
My momma said they using you
Drop 'em in keep doing you
I'm number one, they number two
My bank account gon' humble you
Took a Perc', it ain't work so I took two and felt like dirt
That pill make me want to flirt
Fly a bad b*t*h to the Turks
f**k her once and give her merch
Block a b*t*h, I bet she lurk
Hit it quit it leave her hurt
Sometimes I feel like a j*rk
She did me wrong, I did her worse
Fix it with a Louis purse
Throw the Lambo' in reverse
We gon' throw the Lambo' in reverse
Throw that ass and make it twerk
We ran her, but I hit em' first
All them b*t*hes on the shade room wanna f**k me
Only if she lucky, I like sucky-sucky
They say she a ho, I don't know, but she love me
She came from Kentucky
I like how she f**k me
I like how these album sales got em talkng
b*t*h, I made a million off of "Moonwalking in Calabasas"
Never bragging
I just hit this ghetto b*t*h, she hella ratchet
I just bought this Glock brand new it ain't got no attachments
That b*t*h going off
I be in the club with hella chains I'm showing off
b*t*h, I'm in my vibes and them comments tryna throw it off
Put a b*t*h on and she dipped that b*t*h throw the sauce
Hit him in his spine one more time for that sweet talk
Give a n***a some time he was selling all that rerock
Get him hit, he drop
"Hood Melody", free Top
Give a n***a some time he was selling all that rerock
Get him hit, he drop
"Hood Melody", free Top
Twitter y'all post and delete
My b*t*h can not get over me
I be in that pu**y deep
I'm a n***a you should keep
Don't be asking who is me
Before I f**k you Google me
Then comments don't be moving me
f**k is they gon' do to me?
You do for me I do for you
You cool with me I'm cool with you
My momma said they using you
Drop 'em in keep doing you
I'm number one, they number two
My bank account gon' humble you
Took a Perc', it ain't work so I took two and felt like dirt
That pill make me want to flirt
Fly a bad b*t*h to the Turks
f**k her once and give her merch
Block a b*t*h, I bet she lurk
Hit it quit it leave her hurt
Sometimes I feel like a j*rk
She did me wrong, I did her worse
Fix it with a Louis purse
Throw the Lambo' in reverse
We gon' throw the Lambo' in reverse
Throw that ass and make it twerk
We ran her, but I hit em' first
All them b*t*hes on the shade room wanna f**k me
Only if she lucky, I like sucky-sucky
They say she a ho, I don't know, but she love me
She came from Kentucky
I like how she f**k me
I like how these album sales got em talkng
b*t*h, I made a million off of "Moonwalking in Calabasas"
Never bragging
I just hit this ghetto b*t*h, she hella ratchet
I just bought this Glock brand new it ain't got no attachments
That b*t*h going off
I be in the club with hella chains I'm showing off
b*t*h, I'm in my vibes and them comments tryna throw it off
Put a b*t*h on and she dipped that b*t*h throw the sauce
Hit him in his spine one more time for that sweet talk
Give a n***a some time he was selling all that rerock
Get him hit, he drop
"Hood Melody", free Top
