CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : N.P.O
You now rocking with Nata
I'm yo n***a you can holla at me, you can holla at me P wuzzhanin
Naw n***a what's really going on tell me what's good cuz
N***as get hit wit dat purr can't find blood
Murder what she wrote but after that, she was giving throat
Boyfriend trippen must ain't kno I take n***as hoes
Northside n***as where I'm from, we take n***as poles
Stockton California, if you ain't locked in, ya can't go
B*t*h, I'm from the valley where yo kid can get smacked down
Bullets get to flying like add libs in my background
NPO n***a put da mack down (Sheesh)
BDE da clique, we don't back down (Sheesh)
Naw I ain't a pimp but I got holes like a golf field
If you ain't keep it trill with none of n***as then what they round for
F**k up off the block boy, we da real hot boys
500 degrees when I step inside the stu cuz
That's with out the jewelry on, I live an expensive life
My b*t*hes treat me right even know I never spend the night
Even know I got some hoes calling my phone every night
Even know I got some hoes calling my phone every night
Yeah, aight
I'm a real player, real smooth to descend into the blues
You can never win with the b*t*h if you lose your coo
Her new n***a was never a new n***a, you just never knew
Better around the block
What you thought? She wasn't a thot
You laid up, hugging bops some hugging the blocks
Should to the game, it ain't the same, you gotta maintain
Never leave the house without my thang 'bout my thang, thang
In and out the lane, press the b***on beep-beep
Cutting off the hole just for thinking she can ask me
Boy, I keep a blick long shacks feet
B*t*hes in the back, locked up in the the back seat
I played the hoe 'fore I let the hoe play me
From LA to the Bay, know they for Blueface Baby
Naw n***a what's really going on tell me what's good cuz
N***as get hit wit dat purr can't find blood
Naw n***a what's really going on tell me what's good cuz
N***as get hit wit dat purr can't find blood
I'm yo n***a you can holla at me, you can holla at me P wuzzhanin
Naw n***a what's really going on tell me what's good cuz
N***as get hit wit dat purr can't find blood
Murder what she wrote but after that, she was giving throat
Boyfriend trippen must ain't kno I take n***as hoes
Northside n***as where I'm from, we take n***as poles
Stockton California, if you ain't locked in, ya can't go
B*t*h, I'm from the valley where yo kid can get smacked down
Bullets get to flying like add libs in my background
NPO n***a put da mack down (Sheesh)
BDE da clique, we don't back down (Sheesh)
Naw I ain't a pimp but I got holes like a golf field
If you ain't keep it trill with none of n***as then what they round for
F**k up off the block boy, we da real hot boys
500 degrees when I step inside the stu cuz
That's with out the jewelry on, I live an expensive life
My b*t*hes treat me right even know I never spend the night
Even know I got some hoes calling my phone every night
Even know I got some hoes calling my phone every night
Yeah, aight
I'm a real player, real smooth to descend into the blues
You can never win with the b*t*h if you lose your coo
Her new n***a was never a new n***a, you just never knew
Better around the block
What you thought? She wasn't a thot
You laid up, hugging bops some hugging the blocks
Should to the game, it ain't the same, you gotta maintain
Never leave the house without my thang 'bout my thang, thang
In and out the lane, press the b***on beep-beep
Cutting off the hole just for thinking she can ask me
Boy, I keep a blick long shacks feet
B*t*hes in the back, locked up in the the back seat
I played the hoe 'fore I let the hoe play me
From LA to the Bay, know they for Blueface Baby
Naw n***a what's really going on tell me what's good cuz
N***as get hit wit dat purr can't find blood
Naw n***a what's really going on tell me what's good cuz
N***as get hit wit dat purr can't find blood
