CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Get U High
I go until the end
I killin' all your friends
Bust it at they f**kin' door
I keep that sh*t up on the low
Freddie murder b*t*hes in the middle of the street
Point it at them and they geek
Pull the trigger, I’m a freak
I’m the real deal, packing steel
Call me f**kin' Holyfield
When my power gonna bust, bullet turn you into dust
Rest in peace you little b*t*h
Come on dare me, make me rich
Filled wit' hatred in my soul, grippin' on the .44
Let it pop I'll let you drop
You know Freddie f**k a opp
DOOM is the clique, y'all b*t*hes ain't sh*t
Just a corpse, got to go
Try to match up with my flow
Murder goes in the show
Single shot, slit your throat (yuh)
Ooh bang, 289, 'til ya f**kin' mine
Rollin' slow with the .44, aimin' at your dome
Me and Zye, gonna let you die, 'do ya f**kin' mind
Sipping mud, do the coke
Motherf**ker do the most
I killin' all your friends
Bust it at they f**kin' door
I keep that sh*t up on the low
Freddie murder b*t*hes in the middle of the street
Point it at them and they geek
Pull the trigger, I’m a freak
I’m the real deal, packing steel
Call me f**kin' Holyfield
When my power gonna bust, bullet turn you into dust
Rest in peace you little b*t*h
Come on dare me, make me rich
Filled wit' hatred in my soul, grippin' on the .44
Let it pop I'll let you drop
You know Freddie f**k a opp
DOOM is the clique, y'all b*t*hes ain't sh*t
Just a corpse, got to go
Try to match up with my flow
Murder goes in the show
Single shot, slit your throat (yuh)
Ooh bang, 289, 'til ya f**kin' mine
Rollin' slow with the .44, aimin' at your dome
Me and Zye, gonna let you die, 'do ya f**kin' mind
Sipping mud, do the coke
Motherf**ker do the most
