CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Can’t Be Fucked With
(Antt did the track)
It's a young n***a world
Free them boys, yeah, n***a, we them boys (BeatGang)
No cap
We still go on missions, call ’em walkthroughs, chalk who?
I can still get you eighty for a gram of dog food
We cannot be f**ked with
Can't sh*t fit in this car but sticks
B*t*h, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin’ hoes, baby, I don't want a b*t*h
RM's on my wrist (Bust), on my wrist (Bust)
Two M's is nonsense (F**k 'em), I'm five in
Forgiatos on my Benz, might dye 'em red
Tell that ho to give me space, word to my n***a Ced'
In the Demon, she screaming, "No pictures," please come and get her
Y’all know y’all can't f**k with these n***as
Don’t call my phonе, barely in the city, got used to hittin' thе road
Told my youngin, "Send 'em," b*t*h, doggy back in that mode
I grew up blowing that pole, I know you n***as be hoes
I'm tryna get me an A, I’m probably sippin' an eight
I know I'm turnt, but said I ran it up off of meds
Free bands, n***a, free Tez
My youngest know how to play it
They catch ones, we out
Them boys ain't got a route, what y'all selling?
Ninety-five percent of all the real n***as telling
How the f**k y'all get all of them pills? My n***as mail 'em
I deserve a medal, I f**k with you heavy
Them boys been rentin', now I'm still in a Bentley
We cannot be f**ked with
Can't sh*t fit in this car but sticks
B*t*h, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a b*t*h
We can not be f**ked with
Can't sh*t fit in this car but sticks
B*t*h, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a b*t*h
It's a young n***a world
Free them boys, yeah, n***a, we them boys (BeatGang)
No cap
We still go on missions, call ’em walkthroughs, chalk who?
I can still get you eighty for a gram of dog food
We cannot be f**ked with
Can't sh*t fit in this car but sticks
B*t*h, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin’ hoes, baby, I don't want a b*t*h
RM's on my wrist (Bust), on my wrist (Bust)
Two M's is nonsense (F**k 'em), I'm five in
Forgiatos on my Benz, might dye 'em red
Tell that ho to give me space, word to my n***a Ced'
In the Demon, she screaming, "No pictures," please come and get her
Y’all know y’all can't f**k with these n***as
Don’t call my phonе, barely in the city, got used to hittin' thе road
Told my youngin, "Send 'em," b*t*h, doggy back in that mode
I grew up blowing that pole, I know you n***as be hoes
I'm tryna get me an A, I’m probably sippin' an eight
I know I'm turnt, but said I ran it up off of meds
Free bands, n***a, free Tez
My youngest know how to play it
They catch ones, we out
Them boys ain't got a route, what y'all selling?
Ninety-five percent of all the real n***as telling
How the f**k y'all get all of them pills? My n***as mail 'em
I deserve a medal, I f**k with you heavy
Them boys been rentin', now I'm still in a Bentley
We cannot be f**ked with
Can't sh*t fit in this car but sticks
B*t*h, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a b*t*h
We can not be f**ked with
Can't sh*t fit in this car but sticks
B*t*h, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a b*t*h
