CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : MESS (SOUTH TO WEST)*
Lyrics from Snippets
[Intro]
Playmakers
[Verse]
Yee, yee, nigga fucked up tryna hide the bitch
Drum on the stick go inside the switch (Switch)
Call up a little pretty vibe, pull up and let 'em massage the dick (Alright)
Oh that's your new ride? We're whippin' and swervin' all kinds of shit
Whippin' and runnin', my little niggas pullin' out guns and they hit what they tryna hit
My starter ran and we shootin' rounds right at they stomachs and leave them inside the bitch (Inside the bitch)
Ain't nothing funny when you got the bread and the aim, look like you frying a bitch (Fry)
Hit her own son and she still wouldn't [?]
You gotta keep it one hunnid 'cause these niggas counterfeit
Yee, yee, he got a laundry set
Little pussy bitch off of Bouldercrest (Bouldercrest)
[?] Rolls is red
Feel like he really good bouncing back (Bouncing back)
Make sure your Lows ain't wet
He fell victim, addicted to crack
All 'bout my millions, they shake up my neck
All of my bitty little bitches, relax
She just got way too attached
Notice that my Cartier bracelet's a snatch
Look at my homie got wet
We take a life, you ain't takin' one back
[?] under attack
[?] all the babies is back
[?]
Crib in the back, do a hundred yard dash
She saw [?], she fly by the jets
I'm boutta catch and double the 'Vette
My money stretch from south to the west
Lawyer's the best, get home with a [?]
[Intro]
Playmakers
[Verse]
Yee, yee, nigga fucked up tryna hide the bitch
Drum on the stick go inside the switch (Switch)
Call up a little pretty vibe, pull up and let 'em massage the dick (Alright)
Oh that's your new ride? We're whippin' and swervin' all kinds of shit
Whippin' and runnin', my little niggas pullin' out guns and they hit what they tryna hit
My starter ran and we shootin' rounds right at they stomachs and leave them inside the bitch (Inside the bitch)
Ain't nothing funny when you got the bread and the aim, look like you frying a bitch (Fry)
Hit her own son and she still wouldn't [?]
You gotta keep it one hunnid 'cause these niggas counterfeit
Yee, yee, he got a laundry set
Little pussy bitch off of Bouldercrest (Bouldercrest)
[?] Rolls is red
Feel like he really good bouncing back (Bouncing back)
Make sure your Lows ain't wet
He fell victim, addicted to crack
All 'bout my millions, they shake up my neck
All of my bitty little bitches, relax
She just got way too attached
Notice that my Cartier bracelet's a snatch
Look at my homie got wet
We take a life, you ain't takin' one back
[?] under attack
[?] all the babies is back
[?]
Crib in the back, do a hundred yard dash
She saw [?], she fly by the jets
I'm boutta catch and double the 'Vette
My money stretch from south to the west
Lawyer's the best, get home with a [?]
