CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 87 Benzo
Always take a win, never will I lose
Fifty dollar shots for the 1942
Be careful who you talkin' with
Don't mention my name in your arguments
It's easy to sleep when the money right
And none of this came to me overnight
We can't let no lame n***as eat with us
Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up (Pshh)
I'm in a '87 Benzo
She said, "Twenty can you buy me that new Kenzo"
You should roll the gas first
Late text message, send that ass first
We in La Jolla, on the ocean (Pshh)
For the money, I ain't lofting
Y'all the players, Young Twenty, I'm the coach, yeah
Twenty-four hits, summertime with your b*t*h (It's class, it's class, it's class)
I'm in a '87 Benzo
She said, "Twenty can you buy me that new Kenzo"
We can't let no lame n***as eat with us
Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up
Look, get in where you fit in, that's the motto
Told her, "if you love it, you'll swallow"
My homie got caught with them high-lows
A role model, but my moves you shouldn't follow
Trust, I'on got enough of it
I'm like, "what budget?"
We gon' ball til we fall, that's period
I got rubber bands on this stack of hundreds
Hit like the Backwoods right off the oven
I'm upstairs with a handful of hair
Got her mouth on my wood
Baby, tell me what's good
You do a lot of posting on the Gram
Land Rover in her plans, restaurant eating clams (Go)
Fifty dollar shots for the 1942
Be careful who you talkin' with
Don't mention my name in your arguments
It's easy to sleep when the money right
And none of this came to me overnight
We can't let no lame n***as eat with us
Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up (Pshh)
I'm in a '87 Benzo
She said, "Twenty can you buy me that new Kenzo"
You should roll the gas first
Late text message, send that ass first
We in La Jolla, on the ocean (Pshh)
For the money, I ain't lofting
Y'all the players, Young Twenty, I'm the coach, yeah
Twenty-four hits, summertime with your b*t*h (It's class, it's class, it's class)
I'm in a '87 Benzo
She said, "Twenty can you buy me that new Kenzo"
We can't let no lame n***as eat with us
Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up
Look, get in where you fit in, that's the motto
Told her, "if you love it, you'll swallow"
My homie got caught with them high-lows
A role model, but my moves you shouldn't follow
Trust, I'on got enough of it
I'm like, "what budget?"
We gon' ball til we fall, that's period
I got rubber bands on this stack of hundreds
Hit like the Backwoods right off the oven
I'm upstairs with a handful of hair
Got her mouth on my wood
Baby, tell me what's good
You do a lot of posting on the Gram
Land Rover in her plans, restaurant eating clams (Go)
