CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Flexin’ 95

I don't give a f**k who you are, f**k you
Suck my d**k, gimme your f**king money
I’ll stab you in the f**king face, b*t*h

I'm posted up by myself
I'm doin’ sh*t that's bad for my health
And I got the knife by my belt
I pull that sh*t if you threaten my wealth
And well, I don't need you around me
Why do these dudes surround me like they know about me?
I pull the plug on a b*t*h
f**k this sh*t, I need money

Never gave a f**k 'bout a dumb-ass b*t*h
If you really listen you would know that sh*t
I'm so [?], go ask your b*t*h
Go ask your clique, they bump my hits
Actin' like they never heard of me
I been on the run, hoe, it's a murder scene
[?], I'm doin’ this sh*t for me
I’m doin' this sh*t lowkey

f**k all you hoes, I got [?] (Yes I do)
my nickels and pennies and coins (Yes I am)
Go out at the shows and I just sit back and [?] (Yes I do)
The world at my side, I got what I need, I got what I own