CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : No Cell Phones

You the baddest at my show, girl
Tryna let you know, girl
I park Super Sports, at the liquor store
Wit' them two tens in the back
235s wrapped around the muthaf**ka and it's like that
Free the homie [D Good?]
And every n***a down from tryna push a hood
They hate me in the labels, I'm misunderstood
For giving n***as hope they can own they sh*t
But they'll trade it all for a froze wrist
Jon and Vinny's to go, we lasted ten years
Blood, sweat, and tears dawg I'm serious
I'm out here off experience
Top me off the strength, b*t*h
Don't be acting bougie like that
'Cause you know a n***a rap and you know my pockets stacked
You the baddest at my show, girl
Tryna let you know, girl
Uh, so I wrote this

When I fall asleep, I think about you (you)
Somewhere on a nice island with panoramic views
No cell phones, one pair of shoes
You can walk around nude, yea it's cool