CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Seasons
I'm in the spot right now with Texaco Cam
I got like *beep* hunnid on me, all blues
And it's really just for a lil fit
See, I'm gon' put that sh*t on (Put that sh*t on)
I put that sh*t on, dawg
See, I'm spiritual, my cross is Chrome Heart
And if I'm being real, I can't tell you what love costs
And I know you can't win on your own
Yeah, but these b*t*hes love Lonely
Yeah, and I love to smoke weed
Top floor cold like a new season
And I pop sh*t with no reason
And I rock new sh*t every season
Yeah, I need to go overseas, n***a
Yeah, and I'm ballin' like OKC, baby
I'm worth a whole lot of racks, I see that
Damn n***a, your b*t*h bad, I need that
Yeah, yeah, I gotta go hit my b*t*h with my jeans on
And these blue hundreds got a nice ring like a ringtone
Big bankroll, n***a, I keep it neato
I got your ho on her knees, where her knees go?
Bad b*t*h, I'm finna put her in Rick Owens
Up late night, n***a studying Rick Owens
I can't cap, think I'm finna spend bricks on it
Brand new stick, yeah, I spent some lil' kicks on it
When she suck on my d**k, dawg, I like when she spit on it
I get money, don't ask what I spend on this
Brand-new swag, dawg, watch how they get on this
I'm a young n***a that's known for just getting rich
Drippin' and really just rippin' tracks
Bet on me, I bet that you make double back
And if I got a problem, you know I'm gon' handle that
Yeah, you know I'm gon' get it back
I'd rather stay down than lay down, be a b*t*h, and rat
I'm finna take off on n***as like hit and runs
Expensive drip, n***a, I smell like Baccarat
See, I'm gon' put that sh*t on (Put that sh*t on)
I put that sh*t on, dawg
See, I'm spiritual, my cross is Chrome Heart
And if I'm being real, I can't tell you what love costs
And I know you can't win on your own
Yeah, but these b*t*hes love Lonely
Yeah, and I love to smoke weed
Top floor cold like a new season
And I pop sh*t with no reason
And I rock new sh*t like every season
Every season, n***a
I rock new sh*t like every season
I got like *beep* hunnid on me, all blues
And it's really just for a lil fit
See, I'm gon' put that sh*t on (Put that sh*t on)
I put that sh*t on, dawg
See, I'm spiritual, my cross is Chrome Heart
And if I'm being real, I can't tell you what love costs
And I know you can't win on your own
Yeah, but these b*t*hes love Lonely
Yeah, and I love to smoke weed
Top floor cold like a new season
And I pop sh*t with no reason
And I rock new sh*t every season
Yeah, I need to go overseas, n***a
Yeah, and I'm ballin' like OKC, baby
I'm worth a whole lot of racks, I see that
Damn n***a, your b*t*h bad, I need that
Yeah, yeah, I gotta go hit my b*t*h with my jeans on
And these blue hundreds got a nice ring like a ringtone
Big bankroll, n***a, I keep it neato
I got your ho on her knees, where her knees go?
Bad b*t*h, I'm finna put her in Rick Owens
Up late night, n***a studying Rick Owens
I can't cap, think I'm finna spend bricks on it
Brand new stick, yeah, I spent some lil' kicks on it
When she suck on my d**k, dawg, I like when she spit on it
I get money, don't ask what I spend on this
Brand-new swag, dawg, watch how they get on this
I'm a young n***a that's known for just getting rich
Drippin' and really just rippin' tracks
Bet on me, I bet that you make double back
And if I got a problem, you know I'm gon' handle that
Yeah, you know I'm gon' get it back
I'd rather stay down than lay down, be a b*t*h, and rat
I'm finna take off on n***as like hit and runs
Expensive drip, n***a, I smell like Baccarat
See, I'm gon' put that sh*t on (Put that sh*t on)
I put that sh*t on, dawg
See, I'm spiritual, my cross is Chrome Heart
And if I'm being real, I can't tell you what love costs
And I know you can't win on your own
Yeah, but these b*t*hes love Lonely
Yeah, and I love to smoke weed
Top floor cold like a new season
And I pop sh*t with no reason
And I rock new sh*t like every season
Every season, n***a
I rock new sh*t like every season
