CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Moonwalking in Calabasas (Koba LaD Remix)
Ballin' since I was a jit
Way before Oakland and filmin' the skits, I had a goal to get rich
Momma was strugglin' paying the rent
I couldn't help her with sh*t
Hate that I'm feelin' so stuck in this b*t*h (Devo this sh*t hard)
Car broke down, can't fix that sh*t
I cried at night, I'll admit that sh*t
O2, old, I'll whip that b*t*h
She left me 'lone but I miss that b*t*h
If she text right now, I'll hit that b*t*h
Old friends like "How you get that lit?"
Same old me but they think I switched
f**k old friends I don't know that b*t*h
Racks too big, can't fold that sh*t
Hand get numb when I hold that sh*t
Momma I told you we gon' be okay
Whippin' that Benz and she live in L.A
Tryna thank God but don't know what to say
Mais si j'raconte tout, ils vont croire que j'ai pas de vie
Que j'ai des regrets aussi mais pas du tout
Même si des fois c'était dur, regarde-moi, rien n'est impossible
Fallait que je deal pour manger, que je deal pour m'habiller, que j'redeal pour remanger
J'suis plus dans l'deal mais c'est moi qui vient t'livrer, si y a moyen de gratter
Ça a déjà crié "PU" avant qu'la porte latéral droite, elle s'ouvre, mon frère, han, han
Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
Louis bag gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a n***a want some action
Mm, got some millions but it's just a fraction
Spendin' money for my satisfaction
Benjamin's, we don't f**k with Jackson's
Bet when I drop, they don't post that sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All good though, I'ma note that sh*t
When I blow you'll owe me b*t*h
Humble ass n***a but I know I'm rich (Yeah, rich as f**k)
f**k that sh*t I know I'm lit
If we beef I f**k your b*t*h
All of the n***as I beef on the internet
I hit up all of they b*t*hes and get 'em wet
Call her a Uber, I hit 'em and send 'em back
Do it in silence cause players' ain't in to that
No, oh, I hit his b*t*h on the low, oh
She said your d**k game was so-so
And she had told me your broke (That's tough)
Et j'crois qu'mon p'tit con d'frère fume en scred
J'ai grave la haine, tout l'monde va dire qu'c'est d'ma faute
Il faut qu'j'le nique mais nique sa mère, t'façon, ça va rien changer
Il comprendra plus tard que toutes ces merdes, c'est pour les schlags
Et un peu appel manqué d'mon ex (Eh, eh, hun)
Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
She want d**k, she needy, freaky
I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
She off X, she sleepy, sleepy, yeah
Make me a wish no genie, genie
Vanish on n***as just like Houdini
Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
Louie bag gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a n***a want some action
Mm, got some millions but it's just a fraction
Spendin' money for my satisfaction
Benjamin's, we don't f**k with Jackson's
Benjamin's, we don't f**k with Jackson's
I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
Way before Oakland and filmin' the skits, I had a goal to get rich
Momma was strugglin' paying the rent
I couldn't help her with sh*t
Hate that I'm feelin' so stuck in this b*t*h (Devo this sh*t hard)
Car broke down, can't fix that sh*t
I cried at night, I'll admit that sh*t
O2, old, I'll whip that b*t*h
She left me 'lone but I miss that b*t*h
If she text right now, I'll hit that b*t*h
Old friends like "How you get that lit?"
Same old me but they think I switched
f**k old friends I don't know that b*t*h
Racks too big, can't fold that sh*t
Hand get numb when I hold that sh*t
Momma I told you we gon' be okay
Whippin' that Benz and she live in L.A
Tryna thank God but don't know what to say
Mais si j'raconte tout, ils vont croire que j'ai pas de vie
Que j'ai des regrets aussi mais pas du tout
Même si des fois c'était dur, regarde-moi, rien n'est impossible
Fallait que je deal pour manger, que je deal pour m'habiller, que j'redeal pour remanger
J'suis plus dans l'deal mais c'est moi qui vient t'livrer, si y a moyen de gratter
Ça a déjà crié "PU" avant qu'la porte latéral droite, elle s'ouvre, mon frère, han, han
Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
Louis bag gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a n***a want some action
Mm, got some millions but it's just a fraction
Spendin' money for my satisfaction
Benjamin's, we don't f**k with Jackson's
Bet when I drop, they don't post that sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All good though, I'ma note that sh*t
When I blow you'll owe me b*t*h
Humble ass n***a but I know I'm rich (Yeah, rich as f**k)
f**k that sh*t I know I'm lit
If we beef I f**k your b*t*h
All of the n***as I beef on the internet
I hit up all of they b*t*hes and get 'em wet
Call her a Uber, I hit 'em and send 'em back
Do it in silence cause players' ain't in to that
No, oh, I hit his b*t*h on the low, oh
She said your d**k game was so-so
And she had told me your broke (That's tough)
Et j'crois qu'mon p'tit con d'frère fume en scred
J'ai grave la haine, tout l'monde va dire qu'c'est d'ma faute
Il faut qu'j'le nique mais nique sa mère, t'façon, ça va rien changer
Il comprendra plus tard que toutes ces merdes, c'est pour les schlags
Et un peu appel manqué d'mon ex (Eh, eh, hun)
Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
She want d**k, she needy, freaky
I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
She off X, she sleepy, sleepy, yeah
Make me a wish no genie, genie
Vanish on n***as just like Houdini
Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
Louie bag gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a n***a want some action
Mm, got some millions but it's just a fraction
Spendin' money for my satisfaction
Benjamin's, we don't f**k with Jackson's
Benjamin's, we don't f**k with Jackson's
I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
