CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Hair Salon
From the barbershops to the hair salons (Yeah)
Our name stay on your head
I'ma catch hypothermia, dog
Let that sink in
Hahaha, suckers
Read the headlines, b*t*h-a** n***a, it's bedtime
My n***a fresh home, he on swole from doin' that fed time (Welcome home, n***a, Gangsta)
Got the big ol' BG from my stomach to my chest (Tatted)
Bought my b*t*h some brand new silicone, double D, big breasts
Enterprise around my neck, goin' live for my respect
Ain't a life that I won't spare, they goin' wild about my hair
She in hеr feelings, I don't care, I'm a player (So what, b*t*h?)
Why thesе marks talkin' down on a gangster? (Punk-a** n***a)
Uh, seen the blue lights, thought about my two strikes (F**k)
Jump out and run 'cause I can't do life (Hahaha)
Lil' voice in my head sayin', "Kill 'em" (Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em)
Lil' voice in my head demandin' millions (Money, money, money)
6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs
On this mic', I don't say sh*t that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (B*t*h)
Ayy, when you talk about me (Me), talk about top three, ayy (Yeah)
I tell no lies on and off of that beat, ayy (Straight up)
My n***as yell, "Cuz," but your mama ain't my auntie, ayy (This my auntie)
Some my n***as yell, "Blood," but for all my n***as I bleed, yeah (Gang)
Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta
I need the Velveeta, I gotta get bread up (Cheese)
F**k all that linkin', I'm stackin' my Lincolns
Don't meet brand-new b*t*hes, it might be a setup
Real n***as don't fall for the get-up
I get up early, your b*t*h make the bed up (Ha)
We would not let up even if you let us
Don't give a f**k if I was keto dietin' (No way)
Give us a reason, my people is riotin' (B*t*h)
I try to keep peace, but they tryin' it
Must be a lease 'cause we is not buyin' it (Straight up)
I'm talkin' 'bout all of that sh*t you been sellin'
You n***as would gas up a Tesla (Pfft)
F**k all that talk about who you think next up
Four fingers, brought the West up (Facts)
Six, five, see 8th Street, yeah, n***a, right off of Western (Hmm)
Real Hunger Games in my section, be the hungriest
A n***a hunger off some bony sh*t
Cody Macc on that lonely sh*t
In my own lane, movin' forty-six
Takin' my time, movin' at my own pace
Yeah, n***a, I'm in my own race, b*t*h
6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs
On this mic', I don't say sh*t that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (B*t*h)
Yeah, look, REASON speakin', so your girl is movin'
Wait, pu**y killer, I deserve the rumors, huh
Lived through my pain and put my verses through it
Put the worst into it
N***a, this Top sh*t, if it's hoes in it, I goes in it, for sure in it
Pu**y cold, I done froze in it
Tell her, "Bring a friend, we could both get it," wait
Came up Eastside, n***a
Hoes texts, I don't respond, n***a
Pull a bad b*t*h in a Nissan, n***a
We get to arguin', I flip sh*t like B-Side
I'm too high, three high
I smoke, she drive, livin' like I got three lives
F**kin' like I got three wives
My eyes slanted, it's reclined
I like my women and whips foreign, all of my w****s be V sized
Let's rewind, it's pressure, baby, sh*t
She next to a cold n***a, her soul lifted
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only f**k gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose in it, scream out to the neighbors
Need a woman that got her a n***a 'cause, b*t*h, you want time and mine is all taken
Money, I'm chasin', REAS'
6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs
On this mic', I don't say sh*t that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (B*t*h)
Our name stay on your head
I'ma catch hypothermia, dog
Let that sink in
Hahaha, suckers
Read the headlines, b*t*h-a** n***a, it's bedtime
My n***a fresh home, he on swole from doin' that fed time (Welcome home, n***a, Gangsta)
Got the big ol' BG from my stomach to my chest (Tatted)
Bought my b*t*h some brand new silicone, double D, big breasts
Enterprise around my neck, goin' live for my respect
Ain't a life that I won't spare, they goin' wild about my hair
She in hеr feelings, I don't care, I'm a player (So what, b*t*h?)
Why thesе marks talkin' down on a gangster? (Punk-a** n***a)
Uh, seen the blue lights, thought about my two strikes (F**k)
Jump out and run 'cause I can't do life (Hahaha)
Lil' voice in my head sayin', "Kill 'em" (Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em)
Lil' voice in my head demandin' millions (Money, money, money)
6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs
On this mic', I don't say sh*t that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (B*t*h)
Ayy, when you talk about me (Me), talk about top three, ayy (Yeah)
I tell no lies on and off of that beat, ayy (Straight up)
My n***as yell, "Cuz," but your mama ain't my auntie, ayy (This my auntie)
Some my n***as yell, "Blood," but for all my n***as I bleed, yeah (Gang)
Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta
I need the Velveeta, I gotta get bread up (Cheese)
F**k all that linkin', I'm stackin' my Lincolns
Don't meet brand-new b*t*hes, it might be a setup
Real n***as don't fall for the get-up
I get up early, your b*t*h make the bed up (Ha)
We would not let up even if you let us
Don't give a f**k if I was keto dietin' (No way)
Give us a reason, my people is riotin' (B*t*h)
I try to keep peace, but they tryin' it
Must be a lease 'cause we is not buyin' it (Straight up)
I'm talkin' 'bout all of that sh*t you been sellin'
You n***as would gas up a Tesla (Pfft)
F**k all that talk about who you think next up
Four fingers, brought the West up (Facts)
Six, five, see 8th Street, yeah, n***a, right off of Western (Hmm)
Real Hunger Games in my section, be the hungriest
A n***a hunger off some bony sh*t
Cody Macc on that lonely sh*t
In my own lane, movin' forty-six
Takin' my time, movin' at my own pace
Yeah, n***a, I'm in my own race, b*t*h
6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs
On this mic', I don't say sh*t that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (B*t*h)
Yeah, look, REASON speakin', so your girl is movin'
Wait, pu**y killer, I deserve the rumors, huh
Lived through my pain and put my verses through it
Put the worst into it
N***a, this Top sh*t, if it's hoes in it, I goes in it, for sure in it
Pu**y cold, I done froze in it
Tell her, "Bring a friend, we could both get it," wait
Came up Eastside, n***a
Hoes texts, I don't respond, n***a
Pull a bad b*t*h in a Nissan, n***a
We get to arguin', I flip sh*t like B-Side
I'm too high, three high
I smoke, she drive, livin' like I got three lives
F**kin' like I got three wives
My eyes slanted, it's reclined
I like my women and whips foreign, all of my w****s be V sized
Let's rewind, it's pressure, baby, sh*t
She next to a cold n***a, her soul lifted
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only f**k gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose in it, scream out to the neighbors
Need a woman that got her a n***a 'cause, b*t*h, you want time and mine is all taken
Money, I'm chasin', REAS'
6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs
On this mic', I don't say sh*t that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (B*t*h)
