CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : OBLITERATE
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Holy Guacamole, Noah
f**k you Noah! (Yeah, yuh, yuh)
Gashes on my skin, Poison Ivy f**kin burns
Smokin' out that tin, in that (?) while we turnt
c*cky little b*t*h sucking d**k, she’ll never learn
d**k up in her bra, in her pu**y on my shirt (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm gassed, I do not like the way you talk
Breaking bones and breaking (?)
Skating tracks in overalls
Stomping pigs until I fall
Scratchin' d**k is scratchin’ balls
Snortin' lines of Adderall
d**k up in her pu**y, top, (?)
That b*t*h smells like Brocolli
She suck my d**k properly
Make that b*t*h my b*t*h in her walls on my property
Cash out, like Monopoly
f**k your ideology
Copy like a copycat, you some I-Stеin wannabe's
I grab the choppa, I do not call police
Pull up with this stick, I makе him sing just like some R&B
I'm f**kin' on yo' b*t*h, I asked that b*t*h to suck up on my D
Once I get it, then I got it, make him Rest in Peace
Spin a n***a block, I spin his block like some Monopoly
You a whore, I pull up, start kickin' in your door, lil' whore
Pop a stick and then start sitting on the floor, lil’ whore
I cut sh*t up, like don’t be shy, put some more, put some more
I got 4 bands, imma f**k yo' colon
Big ass whip, it’s stolen
Pull up like it frozen, b*t*h
Pull up, b*t*h, like go in
Pull up, I might go in, b*t*h
I don't got no lean no more, you pulled up once I pulled it, b*t*h
Pulled it, yeah I f**king pulled that sh*t, uh
Stogie in his mouth, and he higher than a frog
I don't wanna talk, dat that b*t*h got me (?)
I got the bar (yeah, huh, yeah uh)
Pull up with my bro
Pull up wit' his nose
(?) on bro
(?) like the bro’s
I can f**k you (?)
I don't got no (?)
I said you should (?)
Get on your kn-knees right hoe
I don't wanna talk, cause she been f**king p*ssin' me
Little b*t*h boy, wanna talk?
sh*t I'm gon' send him to the opps
Man that sh*t is not that hard, all you mofo's rap out cars
Just don't cry to your ma-ma when when I leave you f**king sore
Yeah, this the way I wanna live so get the f**k up out of my face
Celery, so much smokin', I'll leave you f**kin' in yo' place
Sittin' all these flows on my bros, it's a masquerade
Where's my f**kin' money that my music gonna generate?
Oh? You like that culture? Guess you gonna go appropriate
Oh, I punch you in yo' mouth, that Medicaid won't medicate
Yeah, I'm on the beat, and my flow it gonna incinerate
And if you gon' f**k with me, I'm gon' f**kin obliterate (sh*t)
Holy Guacamole, Noah
f**k you Noah! (Yeah, yuh, yuh)
Gashes on my skin, Poison Ivy f**kin burns
Smokin' out that tin, in that (?) while we turnt
c*cky little b*t*h sucking d**k, she’ll never learn
d**k up in her bra, in her pu**y on my shirt (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm gassed, I do not like the way you talk
Breaking bones and breaking (?)
Skating tracks in overalls
Stomping pigs until I fall
Scratchin' d**k is scratchin’ balls
Snortin' lines of Adderall
d**k up in her pu**y, top, (?)
That b*t*h smells like Brocolli
She suck my d**k properly
Make that b*t*h my b*t*h in her walls on my property
Cash out, like Monopoly
f**k your ideology
Copy like a copycat, you some I-Stеin wannabe's
I grab the choppa, I do not call police
Pull up with this stick, I makе him sing just like some R&B
I'm f**kin' on yo' b*t*h, I asked that b*t*h to suck up on my D
Once I get it, then I got it, make him Rest in Peace
Spin a n***a block, I spin his block like some Monopoly
You a whore, I pull up, start kickin' in your door, lil' whore
Pop a stick and then start sitting on the floor, lil’ whore
I cut sh*t up, like don’t be shy, put some more, put some more
I got 4 bands, imma f**k yo' colon
Big ass whip, it’s stolen
Pull up like it frozen, b*t*h
Pull up, b*t*h, like go in
Pull up, I might go in, b*t*h
I don't got no lean no more, you pulled up once I pulled it, b*t*h
Pulled it, yeah I f**king pulled that sh*t, uh
Stogie in his mouth, and he higher than a frog
I don't wanna talk, dat that b*t*h got me (?)
I got the bar (yeah, huh, yeah uh)
Pull up with my bro
Pull up wit' his nose
(?) on bro
(?) like the bro’s
I can f**k you (?)
I don't got no (?)
I said you should (?)
Get on your kn-knees right hoe
I don't wanna talk, cause she been f**king p*ssin' me
Little b*t*h boy, wanna talk?
sh*t I'm gon' send him to the opps
Man that sh*t is not that hard, all you mofo's rap out cars
Just don't cry to your ma-ma when when I leave you f**king sore
Yeah, this the way I wanna live so get the f**k up out of my face
Celery, so much smokin', I'll leave you f**kin' in yo' place
Sittin' all these flows on my bros, it's a masquerade
Where's my f**kin' money that my music gonna generate?
Oh? You like that culture? Guess you gonna go appropriate
Oh, I punch you in yo' mouth, that Medicaid won't medicate
Yeah, I'm on the beat, and my flow it gonna incinerate
And if you gon' f**k with me, I'm gon' f**kin obliterate (sh*t)
