CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Like That
Passion world
Yea, he ain't finna shoot (he is not)
I'm with your b*t*h like uuh yea
Walk up in this b*t*h with all my gear
Walk up in this b*t*h with all my Glocks
b*t*h i will shoot you and your pops
We turn you pu**ys into food, food, food, food, food (yea)
Pack it, rock it
It go down like that
Thousand dollars in my pocket
I walk around like that
I f**ked your b*t*h 'cause im ballin'
Shoot 'em down like that
I'm in this b*t*h 'cause im ballin'
She can't fit inside my wallet
I shoot your sh*t
I shoot your (?)
She slid it (?)
(?)
b*t*h im uh, uh, falling (backwards)
So high almost had her
That n***a tried cheating, breakin' in
(?)
(?)
I feel like a master (uh, vans)
She suckin' the d**k with no hands
And you broken lil b*t*h
You get no bands
I got rich (?) shinin' together
We are walking this b*t*h
I changed the weather
Epo need to shoot her
He called up a dio
I hop out the Benz but she's on the Kia
She don't f**k with the man
She finna hit me up
And I f**k on that b*t*h
You know I got her knee up
Walking this b*t*h up in my sleep
Got a Glock with a beamer
Make it hop like a lean
I'm poppin a bean with your b*t*h
She a leaver
Then i hop in a Trap
I gotta got get my p's up
These n***as is pu**y
These n***as is teacups
And I'm breaking your b*t*h back
And I'm f**king the p's up
I got all of it yea
Im getting my keys up
(?)
(?)
I'm bringing the bracks in
These n***as so damn mad
These n***as so damn mad im ballin'
I got the lean in the bag (uuh)
I got the lean in the bag and the molly
I got Balenci's on me and you know that I'm inside this b*t*h with these G-Stars on me (pu**y)
Yea, he ain't finna shoot (he is not)
I'm with your b*t*h like uuh yea
Walk up in this b*t*h with all my gear
Walk up in this b*t*h with all my Glocks
b*t*h i will shoot you and your pops
We turn you pu**ys into food, food, food, food, food (yea)
Pack it, rock it
It go down like that
Thousand dollars in my pocket
I walk around like that
I f**ked your b*t*h 'cause im ballin'
Shoot 'em down like that
Shoot 'em down with these rounds that we leave
We got pax we got p's
We got percs we got beans
We got guns we got silly sh*t
And these beggars f**king broke
User needs
Walking this b*t*h (uuh) (fleek)
Walking this b*t*h lookin' fleek
b*t*h im leanin' sideways
I can't keep my pants up
Lil' b*t*h on geek, on geek, on geek
I walk around like (?)
That b*t*h on fleek, on fleek, on fleek
I'm finna get that b*t*h numb
I'm on these p's, these beans, these beans and all these oxxys
I'm tryna get your b*t*h to top me
Yea, he ain't finna shoot (he is not)
He a pu**y, he a 'op
He a b*t*h, his b*t*h a thot
I walk around I'm on the block
I got this lean
I got this walk
I sip this drink
I don't take shots
But when i shoot guns i take shots
And i got 2 Glocks and they Glocks
In this b*t*h (uuh, bands)
He a pu**y, he a b*t*h (uuh, yea)
He a fan, we gon' kill these b*t*hes (uuh, yea)
And all these Friends
You a pu**y ass boy
Lil boy, you gon lame
Yea, he ain't finna shoot (he is not)
I'm with your b*t*h like uuh yea
Walk up in this b*t*h with all my gear
Walk up in this b*t*h with all my Glocks
b*t*h i will shoot you and your pops
We turn you pu**ys into food, food, food, food, food (yea)
Pack it, rock it
It go down like that
Thousand dollars in my pocket
I walk around like that
I f**ked your b*t*h 'cause im ballin'
Shoot 'em down like that
Yea, he ain't finna shoot (he is not)
I'm with your b*t*h like uuh yea
Walk up in this b*t*h with all my gear
Walk up in this b*t*h with all my Glocks
b*t*h i will shoot you and your pops
We turn you pu**ys into food, food, food, food, food (yea)
Pack it, rock it
It go down like that
Thousand dollars in my pocket
I walk around like that
I f**ked your b*t*h 'cause im ballin'
Shoot 'em down like that
I'm in this b*t*h 'cause im ballin'
She can't fit inside my wallet
I shoot your sh*t
I shoot your (?)
She slid it (?)
(?)
b*t*h im uh, uh, falling (backwards)
So high almost had her
That n***a tried cheating, breakin' in
(?)
(?)
I feel like a master (uh, vans)
She suckin' the d**k with no hands
And you broken lil b*t*h
You get no bands
I got rich (?) shinin' together
We are walking this b*t*h
I changed the weather
Epo need to shoot her
He called up a dio
I hop out the Benz but she's on the Kia
She don't f**k with the man
She finna hit me up
And I f**k on that b*t*h
You know I got her knee up
Walking this b*t*h up in my sleep
Got a Glock with a beamer
Make it hop like a lean
I'm poppin a bean with your b*t*h
She a leaver
Then i hop in a Trap
I gotta got get my p's up
These n***as is pu**y
These n***as is teacups
And I'm breaking your b*t*h back
And I'm f**king the p's up
I got all of it yea
Im getting my keys up
(?)
(?)
I'm bringing the bracks in
These n***as so damn mad
These n***as so damn mad im ballin'
I got the lean in the bag (uuh)
I got the lean in the bag and the molly
I got Balenci's on me and you know that I'm inside this b*t*h with these G-Stars on me (pu**y)
Yea, he ain't finna shoot (he is not)
I'm with your b*t*h like uuh yea
Walk up in this b*t*h with all my gear
Walk up in this b*t*h with all my Glocks
b*t*h i will shoot you and your pops
We turn you pu**ys into food, food, food, food, food (yea)
Pack it, rock it
It go down like that
Thousand dollars in my pocket
I walk around like that
I f**ked your b*t*h 'cause im ballin'
Shoot 'em down like that
Shoot 'em down with these rounds that we leave
We got pax we got p's
We got percs we got beans
We got guns we got silly sh*t
And these beggars f**king broke
User needs
Walking this b*t*h (uuh) (fleek)
Walking this b*t*h lookin' fleek
b*t*h im leanin' sideways
I can't keep my pants up
Lil' b*t*h on geek, on geek, on geek
I walk around like (?)
That b*t*h on fleek, on fleek, on fleek
I'm finna get that b*t*h numb
I'm on these p's, these beans, these beans and all these oxxys
I'm tryna get your b*t*h to top me
Yea, he ain't finna shoot (he is not)
He a pu**y, he a 'op
He a b*t*h, his b*t*h a thot
I walk around I'm on the block
I got this lean
I got this walk
I sip this drink
I don't take shots
But when i shoot guns i take shots
And i got 2 Glocks and they Glocks
In this b*t*h (uuh, bands)
He a pu**y, he a b*t*h (uuh, yea)
He a fan, we gon' kill these b*t*hes (uuh, yea)
And all these Friends
You a pu**y ass boy
Lil boy, you gon lame
Yea, he ain't finna shoot (he is not)
I'm with your b*t*h like uuh yea
Walk up in this b*t*h with all my gear
Walk up in this b*t*h with all my Glocks
b*t*h i will shoot you and your pops
We turn you pu**ys into food, food, food, food, food (yea)
Pack it, rock it
It go down like that
Thousand dollars in my pocket
I walk around like that
I f**ked your b*t*h 'cause im ballin'
Shoot 'em down like that
