CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Block

Let 'em

Peek it, peek it, peek it of this mothaf**kin' mud
I keep it real when I kill
Come up period make a deal
With the defo next level
And these b*t*hes heavy metal
That's what I like, supertight
I plant the f**ko horral night
b*t*hes in the row you been go, never hit my phone
Come, ho', hit my blow, guess some [?], make these b*t*hes grown

And you know I got that toolie, yo' me
Freddie call you broke when you were phony
You raid, fooly knew, body whooped
Dollar sign up on me
I'ma bust yo' ass so f**k your face
You can not up 'till we come next
I'ma with [?] when she creep up in my hood
Smokin' weed, smokin' thang
Sold that b*t*h I make that bang
Kill her with your b*t*h, you know I don't give a sh*t
Freddie want it to the gut, but no f**king [?]

Tommy Gun make 'em run, take a hit from the blunt
Grab a blade and cut 'em up
Dump the body in the trunk
Wow, shawty wanna f**k? — "Ay, b*t*h, you like my gun?", play
Bong cuts in the ashtray
Wake up 'till it's everyday
Hold up and beat the case
Run up and take the lase
Likes out and burn the place
Hunnid on— [Let 'em]
Cap it
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