CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : New Celine
Devo this sh*t hard
She want the new Celine, she gotta give me some throat
Nobody cold as me, I got Monclair on my coat
T.O gon' shoot, trust me I know that's my bro
Off-White boots, you can't get these from the store
I was gon' take your b*t*h, but I look at her page, that b*t*h not my type
We got shooters all around the state, f**k a n***a, we don't fight
I turn pu**y n***a to a John Doe
Stay with the 9 like I'm Rondo
I ain't got no heart, we gon' f**k for fun though
Kill you and your kinfolks
b*t*h I'm smokin' big dope, my gun is illegal
This is a extendo, shooters out the window
Shooters in the back, we can never lack
Made a couple racks, times a rack, times a rack
I just made a hunnid bands, finna blow that sh*t at Saks
Blowin' on the pack, we be gettin' high
f**k with T.O, swear to god you'll die
First class seats when we movin' through the sky
Flewed out to Dubai, cost a lot of mula
Rich n***a sh*t, we been moving alright
Rolls Royce Wraith with the white star lights
No time for a wife, all these hoes gettin' pipe
Beat the pu**y like Ike, you cannot stay the night
Got a Glock with a beam, really I don't gotta aim
I f**ked on her once, now she is goin' insane
She know how I get, baby I cannot get cuffed
She wanna know more, I think I told her too much
How the f**k can you tell me you need me?
Then just leave me
John Cena these n***as can't see me
These n***as wanna be me
These real bullets not BBs, my chain is VV
Your b*t*h wanna f**k, she a sl*t
Couple years me and Moo had it rough
This pu**y ass n***a actin' tough
This n***a not cut, I'll have my n***as pull up
Three shots to the gut
f**k that, n***a, aim for the head
So you want the n***a dead?
Yeah n***a I said what I said
n***a what about the feds?
She want the new Celine, she gotta give me some throat
Nobody cold as me, I got Monclair on my coat
T.O gon' shoot, trust me I know that's my bro
Off-White boots, you can't get these from the store
She want the new Celine, she gotta give me some throat
Nobody cold as me, I got Monclair on my coat
T.O gon' shoot, trust me I know that's my bro
Off-White boots, you can't get these from the store
I was gon' take your b*t*h, but I look at her page, that b*t*h not my type
We got shooters all around the state, f**k a n***a, we don't fight
I turn pu**y n***a to a John Doe
Stay with the 9 like I'm Rondo
I ain't got no heart, we gon' f**k for fun though
Kill you and your kinfolks
b*t*h I'm smokin' big dope, my gun is illegal
This is a extendo, shooters out the window
Shooters in the back, we can never lack
Made a couple racks, times a rack, times a rack
I just made a hunnid bands, finna blow that sh*t at Saks
Blowin' on the pack, we be gettin' high
f**k with T.O, swear to god you'll die
First class seats when we movin' through the sky
Flewed out to Dubai, cost a lot of mula
Rich n***a sh*t, we been moving alright
Rolls Royce Wraith with the white star lights
No time for a wife, all these hoes gettin' pipe
Beat the pu**y like Ike, you cannot stay the night
Got a Glock with a beam, really I don't gotta aim
I f**ked on her once, now she is goin' insane
She know how I get, baby I cannot get cuffed
She wanna know more, I think I told her too much
How the f**k can you tell me you need me?
Then just leave me
John Cena these n***as can't see me
These n***as wanna be me
These real bullets not BBs, my chain is VV
Your b*t*h wanna f**k, she a sl*t
Couple years me and Moo had it rough
This pu**y ass n***a actin' tough
This n***a not cut, I'll have my n***as pull up
Three shots to the gut
f**k that, n***a, aim for the head
So you want the n***a dead?
Yeah n***a I said what I said
n***a what about the feds?
She want the new Celine, she gotta give me some throat
Nobody cold as me, I got Monclair on my coat
T.O gon' shoot, trust me I know that's my bro
Off-White boots, you can't get these from the store
