CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : F-Y-M

Fine young man
Who got the bads? Yeah that’s me
I got the gas, big ole bag I’ma need ‘bout three
Never not stepping back but if I do I’ma hit that three
I had to plan it, now I’m just the man I said I’ll be

Said I’ll be, my b*t*h look foreign, c'est la vie, yeah
Fine young thang, I’ma need to see ID, yeah
Shorty gon’ cuff me, actin’ like C.I.D (Damn)
Bet I be, big dog, you can tell my demeanour
‘Bout to go off like beepers
Caught ‘em off guard Cheaters
I put on for all of my people, but who gon’ hold me down when I really need it?
Remember when they said they wouldn't need us? (Yeah)
Now they send the bag for the feature (Ching ching)
Since a young blood I been eatin’
Spread my wings, now I’m flyin’ like an eagle (Me and young Flvme go off yeah)
Lot of money, I got rich sl*ts (Hey)
I don’t get mixed in no emotions, only thing I’m mixing my cup (Yessiir)
Smelling that loud and it’s us (Uh huh)
Spend it, make it back like no fuss (Okay)
Never gon’ catch me sleepin’ (Nah)
Just like a masseuse I’m in touch (You know I am)