CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Disappear
b*t*h suck d**k like she used to be a flip
Franklin, blue, [?] Benjamin, you should be a crip
I know you see the drip, b*t*h, we usually be drenched
Six in the Sierra midst gettin' ignorant in the Benz
Them n***as tweakin' again, that's some Jesus in them
to slow me down, I'm addicted to opium
They probably gon' blow me down 'cause I slid and they want revenge
Dear Lord, I bow my head, I repent all my sins
I'm from the real [?] nation, committed I won't pretend
n***as wanna be Jameses but can't afford how we live
I'on wanna be famous, b*t*h, I wanna be rich (b*t*h)
We don't wanna whip scrappers, we wanna whip foreign whips
b*t*h, I'm a real [?], I bet that b*t*h get sent to heaven
That last altercation with AR and F&M
I'll pull up to your location wit' the nation, just drop the pin
If the conversation not about paper, can't comprehend
Lord and Savior, I need a favour, free my gangsters out the pen
Lord, forgive me for my behavior, it's how I was raised, ain't got no sense
n***as know my face, can't ride around the H without no tint
Booked him bare face n***a, I'on care if he know who did it
I'm embarrassing all these n***as, it's carats in all these pendants
My chandeliers be glistening, [?] still with me
VVS's dancin' in my tennises, b*t*h, I'm living wit' privileges
I coulda rocked the Fendi, I'm finna let this B.B Simon's drip
Franklin, blue, [?] Benjamin, you should be a crip
I know you see the drip, b*t*h, we usually be drenched
Six in the Sierra midst gettin' ignorant in the Benz
Them n***as tweakin' again, that's some Jesus in them
to slow me down, I'm addicted to opium
They probably gon' blow me down 'cause I slid and they want revenge
Dear Lord, I bow my head, I repent all my sins
I'm from the real [?] nation, committed I won't pretend
n***as wanna be Jameses but can't afford how we live
I'on wanna be famous, b*t*h, I wanna be rich (b*t*h)
We don't wanna whip scrappers, we wanna whip foreign whips
b*t*h, I'm a real [?], I bet that b*t*h get sent to heaven
That last altercation with AR and F&M
I'll pull up to your location wit' the nation, just drop the pin
If the conversation not about paper, can't comprehend
Lord and Savior, I need a favour, free my gangsters out the pen
Lord, forgive me for my behavior, it's how I was raised, ain't got no sense
n***as know my face, can't ride around the H without no tint
Booked him bare face n***a, I'on care if he know who did it
I'm embarrassing all these n***as, it's carats in all these pendants
My chandeliers be glistening, [?] still with me
VVS's dancin' in my tennises, b*t*h, I'm living wit' privileges
I coulda rocked the Fendi, I'm finna let this B.B Simon's drip
