CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Fuh Nuc
Come and ride with a rich nigga
Suicide, hockey pucks when I slide with me stick, nigga
I5 doing a hundred miles
Drive-bys and wise guys, you staring with a crooked eye
Bad bitch want me to stick around
Like a broom, she get swept off her feet after I dick her down
I am feeling myself
Hating on me, just kill yourself
But hold on, let me put my robe on
I rather tell the truth 'bout a bitch, quit lyin' like you rich
Niggas out here dyin' over that shit
These niggas out here busters, on mamas, put p*ssy over commas
Quit actin' like it's funny if you ain't gettin' money, bitch
Stop actin' like a freak if you ain't tryna trick
Niggas actin' like they him but they ain't really him
I got shot by the police, bitch, I'm really him
Hah-hah, bitch, what's funny?
You broke and bummy, I gets my money
Bitch, miss me with the woo-wop, bring out the ooh-wop
Got me feeling like I'm 2Pac, I took a few shots
Glock-30 when I flu flamm, I had to blue-blam
Don't stop until it click-click, switch the whole clique
Lifestyle of a hood man, born in the hood-noodHundred P's, where the cookbook? Don't give a fu-nuck
Imagine this, your main bitch is my side ho
Imagine me giving that bitch back on the weekend
f*ck that, why would I bow down to a f*ck nigga?
Trust niggas? Why the f*ck would I do that?
f*ck you, see I can't trust my own self
North Side, that's where I'm from, I can't help
Bling, bling, got a nigga feelin' like he Elvis
Bitches wonder why a nigga selfish
f*ck you, see I can't trust my own self
North Side, that's where I'm from, I can't help
Bling, bling, got a nigga feelin' like he Elvis
Bitches wonder why a nigga selfish
Hah-hah, bitch, what's funny?
You broke and bummy, I gets my money
Bitch, miss me with the woo-wop, bring out the ooh-wop
Got me feeling like I'm 2Pac, I took a few shots
Glock-30 when I flu flamm, I had to blue-blam
Don't stop until it click-click, switch the whole clique
Lifestyle of a hood man, born in the hood-nood
Hundred P's, where the cookbook? Don't give a fu-nuck
Suicide, hockey pucks when I slide with me stick, nigga
I5 doing a hundred miles
Drive-bys and wise guys, you staring with a crooked eye
Bad bitch want me to stick around
Like a broom, she get swept off her feet after I dick her down
I am feeling myself
Hating on me, just kill yourself
But hold on, let me put my robe on
I rather tell the truth 'bout a bitch, quit lyin' like you rich
Niggas out here dyin' over that shit
These niggas out here busters, on mamas, put p*ssy over commas
Quit actin' like it's funny if you ain't gettin' money, bitch
Stop actin' like a freak if you ain't tryna trick
Niggas actin' like they him but they ain't really him
I got shot by the police, bitch, I'm really him
Hah-hah, bitch, what's funny?
You broke and bummy, I gets my money
Bitch, miss me with the woo-wop, bring out the ooh-wop
Got me feeling like I'm 2Pac, I took a few shots
Glock-30 when I flu flamm, I had to blue-blam
Don't stop until it click-click, switch the whole clique
Lifestyle of a hood man, born in the hood-noodHundred P's, where the cookbook? Don't give a fu-nuck
Imagine this, your main bitch is my side ho
Imagine me giving that bitch back on the weekend
f*ck that, why would I bow down to a f*ck nigga?
Trust niggas? Why the f*ck would I do that?
f*ck you, see I can't trust my own self
North Side, that's where I'm from, I can't help
Bling, bling, got a nigga feelin' like he Elvis
Bitches wonder why a nigga selfish
f*ck you, see I can't trust my own self
North Side, that's where I'm from, I can't help
Bling, bling, got a nigga feelin' like he Elvis
Bitches wonder why a nigga selfish
Hah-hah, bitch, what's funny?
You broke and bummy, I gets my money
Bitch, miss me with the woo-wop, bring out the ooh-wop
Got me feeling like I'm 2Pac, I took a few shots
Glock-30 when I flu flamm, I had to blue-blam
Don't stop until it click-click, switch the whole clique
Lifestyle of a hood man, born in the hood-nood
Hundred P's, where the cookbook? Don't give a fu-nuck
