CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Boss Me (Freestyle)
We know the truth
(Trey made the motherf**kin' beat go crazy, n***a)
Drums in this b*t*h, Big Pun in this b*t*h
I got Pippi Longstocking with her tongue out and sh*t
Give me the cash, I need Long John Silver
Left him in the wilderness, he lucky we ain't finish him
Real criminals with mops like janitors
Temper tantrum dude, Louis V, bag him down
When you was store running, I was thuggin' Slappy down
He ain't killer, when we was kids, we used to slap him 'round
Smoke with me, it get nasty, it's Black & Milds
Tough n***as shed tears when they catch these shells
I should takе you to the back and pat you down
His head high, soon it's gon' be a happy sack
Wе had him dancing and singing like Backstreet's back
When playing ball, had to throw him out, Cactus Jacks
If .223s make me like Mike, hit his back with Jordan
Swiss cheese, never heard of a back of a rim?
Just left SpongeBob holes in Patrick and Sandy
Almost threw it all away double backing on snitches
Talkin' dab with a dealer
Man, what happen to n***as?
Sh*t, for real
Back for the business, I'm running 'round laps on these n***as
Drastically killing, I'm loading up max in a fully
I got a fully with a d**k, if you ask, it's a pully
I'm from the trenches, palm trees, really active, no touring
Mad Max in the story, left some matches here for you
Try to burn me, we'll set his whole mattress on fire
Black badges and Ferraris
MacBooks and Ataris
Blackjack, twenty-one him
T** for tat, no cease fire
Fish with LED lighting
Don't you ever think robbing
Life's a gamble, we got 'em
Copy that, n***a
Hashtags, n***a
Trash bags, n***a
These Glad bags'll put you in a white sheet
Let it rip, Beyblade, my heart darker then Wesley Snipes
One to the chest, one to the head, n***a, we don't got all night
B*t*h, I'm from the Stinc Team, we ain't doing no fighting
No back and forth, we let the news do the writing
For real
We know the truth
We ain't doing all that
And we know what's going on
We know the know the truth, lil' n***a
You know what's going on, long live Jameon
Jameon Davis, I'm high as a b*t*h
For real
So we back on that sh*t
Sheesh, I'm high as b*t*h, can't do it right now
Oh, f**k
(Trey made the motherf**kin' beat go crazy, n***a)
Drums in this b*t*h, Big Pun in this b*t*h
I got Pippi Longstocking with her tongue out and sh*t
Give me the cash, I need Long John Silver
Left him in the wilderness, he lucky we ain't finish him
Real criminals with mops like janitors
Temper tantrum dude, Louis V, bag him down
When you was store running, I was thuggin' Slappy down
He ain't killer, when we was kids, we used to slap him 'round
Smoke with me, it get nasty, it's Black & Milds
Tough n***as shed tears when they catch these shells
I should takе you to the back and pat you down
His head high, soon it's gon' be a happy sack
Wе had him dancing and singing like Backstreet's back
When playing ball, had to throw him out, Cactus Jacks
If .223s make me like Mike, hit his back with Jordan
Swiss cheese, never heard of a back of a rim?
Just left SpongeBob holes in Patrick and Sandy
Almost threw it all away double backing on snitches
Talkin' dab with a dealer
Man, what happen to n***as?
Sh*t, for real
Back for the business, I'm running 'round laps on these n***as
Drastically killing, I'm loading up max in a fully
I got a fully with a d**k, if you ask, it's a pully
I'm from the trenches, palm trees, really active, no touring
Mad Max in the story, left some matches here for you
Try to burn me, we'll set his whole mattress on fire
Black badges and Ferraris
MacBooks and Ataris
Blackjack, twenty-one him
T** for tat, no cease fire
Fish with LED lighting
Don't you ever think robbing
Life's a gamble, we got 'em
Copy that, n***a
Hashtags, n***a
Trash bags, n***a
These Glad bags'll put you in a white sheet
Let it rip, Beyblade, my heart darker then Wesley Snipes
One to the chest, one to the head, n***a, we don't got all night
B*t*h, I'm from the Stinc Team, we ain't doing no fighting
No back and forth, we let the news do the writing
For real
We know the truth
We ain't doing all that
And we know what's going on
We know the know the truth, lil' n***a
You know what's going on, long live Jameon
Jameon Davis, I'm high as a b*t*h
For real
So we back on that sh*t
Sheesh, I'm high as b*t*h, can't do it right now
Oh, f**k
