CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Not Your Average
Hit-Boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Call this bih phone
Ayy
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, lil' ma
Yeah, yeah
Look
Palm itchin' so I'm on my way to get it
Keep them peoples out my business, I ain't struggled in a minute
Now she always in her feelings, I ain't f**ked her in a minute
But she know, she gotta suck it 'til I finish, huh?
Not yo' average, I'ma go in for the gutter
I'm a n***a that's gon' take it there every single summer
Block burnin', '90s baby, I'm a hot boy
Thirty shots in these brand new cop toys
Wrecked the Benz, got it fixed, went and bought a Range (Bought a Range)
Know some n***as got rich, then they left the game
Me? Yeah, I just left the hood, n***a
Ask my youngest, I just dropped off some goods, n***a
Ask my youngest, yeah, I'm way worst than Suge, n***a
I was twelve years old with the pull, n***a
Now I'm pullin' up in a late model foreign and it's tinted up
Att**ude still, "F**k it", n***a, hit 'em up
My ambition as a rider, n***a, zip 'em up
Look, every month I do a dub and that's a fact, n***a
Not including all the money from the trap, n***a
Palm itchin' so I'm on my way to get it
Keep them peoples out my business, I ain't struggled in a minute
Now she always in her feelings, I ain't f**ked her in a minute
But she know she gotta suck it 'til I finish, huh
Not yo' average, I'ma go in for the gutter
I'm a n***a that's gon' take it there every single summer
Block burnin', '90s baby, I'm a hot boy
Thirty shots in these brand new cop toys
Big fella, two Rollies, five Cubans, and they all yellow
Got mid, highs and lows and they all sellin'
N***as say they all solid but they all tellin'
You n***as talk like reverends
Look, count me up, don't wanna hear it, ain't no cash involved
And I'm tryna get adjusted 'cause my life revolve
Ain't no feelings for no snitches, y'all be poppin' off
Wasn't for the cameras, n***a, probably would've killed them all
Do it for the real, do it for the trenches
Do it for the shooters that got sent to the benches
It's love for the fake, it's love for the hate
It's love for the n***as helped the pigs crack the case
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Call this bih phone
Ayy
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, lil' ma
Yeah, yeah
Look
Palm itchin' so I'm on my way to get it
Keep them peoples out my business, I ain't struggled in a minute
Now she always in her feelings, I ain't f**ked her in a minute
But she know, she gotta suck it 'til I finish, huh?
Not yo' average, I'ma go in for the gutter
I'm a n***a that's gon' take it there every single summer
Block burnin', '90s baby, I'm a hot boy
Thirty shots in these brand new cop toys
Wrecked the Benz, got it fixed, went and bought a Range (Bought a Range)
Know some n***as got rich, then they left the game
Me? Yeah, I just left the hood, n***a
Ask my youngest, I just dropped off some goods, n***a
Ask my youngest, yeah, I'm way worst than Suge, n***a
I was twelve years old with the pull, n***a
Now I'm pullin' up in a late model foreign and it's tinted up
Att**ude still, "F**k it", n***a, hit 'em up
My ambition as a rider, n***a, zip 'em up
Look, every month I do a dub and that's a fact, n***a
Not including all the money from the trap, n***a
Palm itchin' so I'm on my way to get it
Keep them peoples out my business, I ain't struggled in a minute
Now she always in her feelings, I ain't f**ked her in a minute
But she know she gotta suck it 'til I finish, huh
Not yo' average, I'ma go in for the gutter
I'm a n***a that's gon' take it there every single summer
Block burnin', '90s baby, I'm a hot boy
Thirty shots in these brand new cop toys
Big fella, two Rollies, five Cubans, and they all yellow
Got mid, highs and lows and they all sellin'
N***as say they all solid but they all tellin'
You n***as talk like reverends
Look, count me up, don't wanna hear it, ain't no cash involved
And I'm tryna get adjusted 'cause my life revolve
Ain't no feelings for no snitches, y'all be poppin' off
Wasn't for the cameras, n***a, probably would've killed them all
Do it for the real, do it for the trenches
Do it for the shooters that got sent to the benches
It's love for the fake, it's love for the hate
It's love for the n***as helped the pigs crack the case
