CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Mask
(Hit-Boy)
Yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah)
(Coo-coo, hoo, hoo, hoo) Uh
(G. Ry got me) Oh
She got a weave, pull it back 'til a arch in her back
Hope the digital dash don't crash, yeah (Yeah)
I got a teeth full of stacks and a ring full of racks
And I flex with the Rick Owens mask, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And my team hold a MAC and the beam go brrat-tat-tat-tat
sh*t, right through your back, yeah (Right)
You n***as sippin' on Act', yeah (Right)
You n***as need to relax, yeah (That's right)
W-w-weave, pull it back 'til a arch in her back
Hope the digital dash don't crash, yeah (Yeah)
I got a teeth full of stacks and a ring full of racks
And I flex with the Rick Owens mask, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And my team hold a MAC and the beam go brrat-tat-tat-tat (Come on)
sh*t, right through your back, yеah (Yeah)
You n***as sippin' on Act', yeah (Right)
You n***as need to relax, yеah (That's right)
Diamonds appealing, I stack to the ceiling
My Jeep is the new Maybach, yeah (Woo)
Grinding, I'm winning, achieving all of this cream
I never relax, yeah (Come on)
Can't wake up, I'm livin' the dream (Yeah)
I been on the scene, got all of these plaques, yeah (Yeah)
You n***as sippin' on Act', yeah (Woo)
You n***as need to relax, yeah (Hoo, hoo, hoo)
Bottles of Cris', sippin' bubbly bub
Hundred or more to perform at your club
Got a couple stacks and I'm throwin' these dubs
Got a model b*t*h and she giving me dubs
Girl from the South with the big butt
Sipping on that Henny, have you had enough?
Pockets is filthy, can't never clean up
My n***as is eatin', we got the big guts
Straight from the mud
We mob like the rule on the bus
My n***as, they aim and they bust
And if it bust, the violence no stranger to us
Go out with your face in the dust, straight in the dust
My n***as be caking these dubs
My n***as in love with the lust (In love with the lust)
You n***as faking the love
I see this sh*t right through your mug (Through the mug)
Yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah)
(Coo-coo, hoo, hoo, hoo) Uh
(G. Ry got me) Oh
She got a weave, pull it back 'til a arch in her back
Hope the digital dash don't crash, yeah (Yeah)
I got a teeth full of stacks and a ring full of racks
And I flex with the Rick Owens mask, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And my team hold a MAC and the beam go brrat-tat-tat-tat
sh*t, right through your back, yeah (Right)
You n***as sippin' on Act', yeah (Right)
You n***as need to relax, yeah (That's right)
W-w-weave, pull it back 'til a arch in her back
Hope the digital dash don't crash, yeah (Yeah)
I got a teeth full of stacks and a ring full of racks
And I flex with the Rick Owens mask, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And my team hold a MAC and the beam go brrat-tat-tat-tat (Come on)
sh*t, right through your back, yеah (Yeah)
You n***as sippin' on Act', yeah (Right)
You n***as need to relax, yеah (That's right)
Diamonds appealing, I stack to the ceiling
My Jeep is the new Maybach, yeah (Woo)
Grinding, I'm winning, achieving all of this cream
I never relax, yeah (Come on)
Can't wake up, I'm livin' the dream (Yeah)
I been on the scene, got all of these plaques, yeah (Yeah)
You n***as sippin' on Act', yeah (Woo)
You n***as need to relax, yeah (Hoo, hoo, hoo)
Bottles of Cris', sippin' bubbly bub
Hundred or more to perform at your club
Got a couple stacks and I'm throwin' these dubs
Got a model b*t*h and she giving me dubs
Girl from the South with the big butt
Sipping on that Henny, have you had enough?
Pockets is filthy, can't never clean up
My n***as is eatin', we got the big guts
Straight from the mud
We mob like the rule on the bus
My n***as, they aim and they bust
And if it bust, the violence no stranger to us
Go out with your face in the dust, straight in the dust
My n***as be caking these dubs
My n***as in love with the lust (In love with the lust)
You n***as faking the love
I see this sh*t right through your mug (Through the mug)
