CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : No Trace
It's your friend on the floor
Black mask on my face
Same color as a crow
Peeping tom, here I come
Creepin' through your window
Rough man, feel [?]
Suge Knight causing fright
Hard headed ass n***a's
Doin sh*t the hard way
I might die, you gon' die
One of us, [?]
I'm the nemesis, say your f**king genesis
But I, never f**kin' play
Wrote this sh*t, and, I'm a Tay K bout to race
Gotta flee the scene, leaving no trace
Gotta get the green, Ghetty Green, Project Pat
Know what I mean?
What you say you hoe?
I cannot understand a sl*t
Better suck my f**king nut's
Right before I f**k it up
All these b*t*hes actin' crazy
All thеse b*t*hes in the mood
No lovе for a b*t*h
Gotta get this money quick
Kick down the door
Whip out the 44
Now these hoes want me more
Ain't a fiend, love the snow
Jumpin' for the dollar's
And you ain't a scholar
Motherf**ker what's the problem?
Imma meet you at the bottom
Role call
Freddie in the cut with the gun
Better start to f**king run
I ain't playing, having fun
How much bud you gotta smoke to stay as high as us?
Can't fold for no hoe, It's the money that I trust
Doomshop be the clique, in this b*t*h we runnin' sh*t
Akoza on the tape, makin' these bustas know the bizz
Came from a mile away Is what you known to do
Jump, blazin' back to back, grime fiend's in it too
then a mother f**ker worry bout' that business
Gotta get the cheese, gotta get it with the quickness
You big [?]
d**k all up In the mouth, so quickness
f**k that, stay down south hoe
Ya tear's runnin' and drippin' all out your f**kin' eyes
Love the caressing obsessin' when I'm f**king from the side
Black mask on my face
Same color as a crow
Peeping tom, here I come
Creepin' through your window
Rough man, feel [?]
Suge Knight causing fright
Hard headed ass n***a's
Doin sh*t the hard way
I might die, you gon' die
One of us, [?]
I'm the nemesis, say your f**king genesis
But I, never f**kin' play
Wrote this sh*t, and, I'm a Tay K bout to race
Gotta flee the scene, leaving no trace
Gotta get the green, Ghetty Green, Project Pat
Know what I mean?
What you say you hoe?
I cannot understand a sl*t
Better suck my f**king nut's
Right before I f**k it up
All these b*t*hes actin' crazy
All thеse b*t*hes in the mood
No lovе for a b*t*h
Gotta get this money quick
Kick down the door
Whip out the 44
Now these hoes want me more
Ain't a fiend, love the snow
Jumpin' for the dollar's
And you ain't a scholar
Motherf**ker what's the problem?
Imma meet you at the bottom
Role call
Freddie in the cut with the gun
Better start to f**king run
I ain't playing, having fun
How much bud you gotta smoke to stay as high as us?
Can't fold for no hoe, It's the money that I trust
Doomshop be the clique, in this b*t*h we runnin' sh*t
Akoza on the tape, makin' these bustas know the bizz
Came from a mile away Is what you known to do
Jump, blazin' back to back, grime fiend's in it too
then a mother f**ker worry bout' that business
Gotta get the cheese, gotta get it with the quickness
You big [?]
d**k all up In the mouth, so quickness
f**k that, stay down south hoe
Ya tear's runnin' and drippin' all out your f**kin' eyes
Love the caressing obsessin' when I'm f**king from the side
