CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : XXL Freshman Freestyle: Fivio Foreign
Bow, look
Steppin' on, weapon drawn
Big clip, extra long, bow
You step to me, that mean you steppin' wrong
I come in the spot and I ride along
Uh, I take a Perc' and I get extra strong
Yeah, that's the motherf**king lesson for 'em
Look, sneaky, tiptoe
I come for drilling, I switch clothes
When I get bored, I go and switch hoes
You already know how this sh*t go
Uh, blue flag, buttoned-up, Crip clothes, uh
Find a spot, make it hot, get low
I had to grow and evolve
I had to know what's the job
Boy, you know you can't dodge
Bullets go way too far
Snowflake out the jar
It's gettin' me high, it's makin' me cough
Uh, I tried to go to the moon, but it took me to Mars
I'm never runnin' out of liquor
I'm in the club with a hundred thousand n***as
Stay in the front, somebody is coming out to get ya
They tried to ban me
I walk in the spot, make a stampede
I bite the Perky like a candy
I bust a nut and get a plan B
Uh, yeah
Invitation to the Grammys
Uh, all this clout come in handy
I'll go quicker
Hundreds of gallons of liquor, it's all on my liver
Yeah, I put the Perky in the mixture
She callin' my phone
I answered like, "Chill out, I'm comin' to get ya"
But I never go get her, I never go get her, grrr, bow
Steppin' on, weapon drawn
Big clip, extra long, bow
You step to me, that mean you steppin' wrong
I come in the spot and I ride along
Uh, I take a Perc' and I get extra strong
Yeah, that's the motherf**king lesson for 'em
Look, sneaky, tiptoe
I come for drilling, I switch clothes
When I get bored, I go and switch hoes
You already know how this sh*t go
Uh, blue flag, buttoned-up, Crip clothes, uh
Find a spot, make it hot, get low
I had to grow and evolve
I had to know what's the job
Boy, you know you can't dodge
Bullets go way too far
Snowflake out the jar
It's gettin' me high, it's makin' me cough
Uh, I tried to go to the moon, but it took me to Mars
I'm never runnin' out of liquor
I'm in the club with a hundred thousand n***as
Stay in the front, somebody is coming out to get ya
They tried to ban me
I walk in the spot, make a stampede
I bite the Perky like a candy
I bust a nut and get a plan B
Uh, yeah
Invitation to the Grammys
Uh, all this clout come in handy
I'll go quicker
Hundreds of gallons of liquor, it's all on my liver
Yeah, I put the Perky in the mixture
She callin' my phone
I answered like, "Chill out, I'm comin' to get ya"
But I never go get her, I never go get her, grrr, bow
