CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Out My Top
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
b*t*h I’m out my top for real (uhh uhh)
And I’m clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots but this sh*t not Shaquille (uhh uhh)
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
b*t*h I’m out my top for real (uhh uhh)
And I’m clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots but this sh*t not Shaquille (uhh uhh)
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
You will get popped for real
Clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots Shaquille
My youngins waitin on the drop and they know what it is
I’m tryna pop a n***a top no I can’t let you live
All my n***as step for real
Ready to catch a kill
Strapped up like the navy seals
b*t*h we go sticks for real
f**k a vest we at you neck you need a better shell
Draco filled with hollow shells this b*t*h will slip ya will
We catch em when you know the drill
We like a fast wheel spinnin’ right outside yo crib
Gon get the ?
What’s all that sh*t on internet my n***a what’s the deal
My gang don’t get into that we’d rather slang some steel
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
b*t*h I’m out my top for real (uhh uhh)
And I’m clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots but this sh*t not Shaquille (uhh uhh)
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
b*t*h I’m out my top for real (uhh uhh)
And I’m clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots but this sh*t not Shaquille (uhh uhh)
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
Just copped a drop for real
I might pull up drop my top and get ta Hittin’ gills
They like O’dell a n***a hot he might just turn a deal
I hit yo cop just off the lot I saved my vacuum seal
They know I’m thuggin’ f**k a opp we clutch on Glocks for real
I get ta bussin’ bet he drop this b*t*h will hold O’Neal
Baby drac came without the stock you gotta hold it still
Just spray that b*t*h ain’t gotta c*ck I keep one in the field
Catch me posted on the blocc right their by the mail
Pockets fillin’ up wit them knots I wish a n***a well
Ain’t know lil fame was out his top that’s why they holla chill
But b*t*h I’m feelin’ like I’m pac who will come bang for real
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
b*t*h I’m out my top for real (uhh uhh)
And I’m clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots but this sh*t not Shaquille (uhh uhh)
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
b*t*h I’m out my top for real (uhh uhh)
And I’m clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots but this sh*t not Shaquille (uhh uhh)
b*t*h I’m out my top for real (uhh uhh)
And I’m clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots but this sh*t not Shaquille (uhh uhh)
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
b*t*h I’m out my top for real (uhh uhh)
And I’m clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots but this sh*t not Shaquille (uhh uhh)
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
You will get popped for real
Clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots Shaquille
My youngins waitin on the drop and they know what it is
I’m tryna pop a n***a top no I can’t let you live
All my n***as step for real
Ready to catch a kill
Strapped up like the navy seals
b*t*h we go sticks for real
f**k a vest we at you neck you need a better shell
Draco filled with hollow shells this b*t*h will slip ya will
We catch em when you know the drill
We like a fast wheel spinnin’ right outside yo crib
Gon get the ?
What’s all that sh*t on internet my n***a what’s the deal
My gang don’t get into that we’d rather slang some steel
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
b*t*h I’m out my top for real (uhh uhh)
And I’m clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots but this sh*t not Shaquille (uhh uhh)
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
b*t*h I’m out my top for real (uhh uhh)
And I’m clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots but this sh*t not Shaquille (uhh uhh)
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
Just copped a drop for real
I might pull up drop my top and get ta Hittin’ gills
They like O’dell a n***a hot he might just turn a deal
I hit yo cop just off the lot I saved my vacuum seal
They know I’m thuggin’ f**k a opp we clutch on Glocks for real
I get ta bussin’ bet he drop this b*t*h will hold O’Neal
Baby drac came without the stock you gotta hold it still
Just spray that b*t*h ain’t gotta c*ck I keep one in the field
Catch me posted on the blocc right their by the mail
Pockets fillin’ up wit them knots I wish a n***a well
Ain’t know lil fame was out his top that’s why they holla chill
But b*t*h I’m feelin’ like I’m pac who will come bang for real
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
b*t*h I’m out my top for real (uhh uhh)
And I’m clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots but this sh*t not Shaquille (uhh uhh)
I say “b*t*h I’m out my top for real”
b*t*h I’m out my top for real (uhh uhh)
And I’m clutchin’ on the Glock for real
32 shots but this sh*t not Shaquille (uhh uhh)
