CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : We Blessed
Uh
Jansport Check
Yeah
Hop out the shadows and straight lead the race
Looking at the formation and I could read the play
On the guitar riff you in my paw prints
Big dog, don’t cross the middle again
Ringling Brothers should hire you suckas
A whole fish and minced garlic, you chicken McNuggets
Stop with all the surface rapping
Where would you be without fashion?
I see you taking shots at the captain
Cause I don’t ass kiss you be low average
When it comes this sport you ain’t my fabric
Patent leather rap bars that game don’t travel
Me? I’m coming straight from the gravel
Y3’s on, everyday [?]
Pro Tools love when I load something up
Underpaid really I did it for the love
No nomination or bottles mailed from Puff
And back to [?] yelling “pour me up”
I wonder what they got in the sake that make these rap n***as think they could stop me
That make these broke hoes think they could tax me
Fat in the ass cheeks, you need you a athlete
Me, I’m thug that skipped class
Supreme bag, Ipad, a little cash
I do this for Phil when I feel bad
That was my n***a for real
Uh, you think I give a f**k about a fashion nova?
I kick her out as soon as I’m done f**king on her
I’m sick like bronchitis and stuffy noses
Buy her a dozen roses pull off with the chauffeur
AK gon laugh when he hear this smash
He know my sh*t real and I hate to brag
They think I’m solo but I got the wham
I put that on Crenshaw and Vernon Ave, we blessed
Jansport Check
Yeah
Hop out the shadows and straight lead the race
Looking at the formation and I could read the play
On the guitar riff you in my paw prints
Big dog, don’t cross the middle again
Ringling Brothers should hire you suckas
A whole fish and minced garlic, you chicken McNuggets
Stop with all the surface rapping
Where would you be without fashion?
I see you taking shots at the captain
Cause I don’t ass kiss you be low average
When it comes this sport you ain’t my fabric
Patent leather rap bars that game don’t travel
Me? I’m coming straight from the gravel
Y3’s on, everyday [?]
Pro Tools love when I load something up
Underpaid really I did it for the love
No nomination or bottles mailed from Puff
And back to [?] yelling “pour me up”
I wonder what they got in the sake that make these rap n***as think they could stop me
That make these broke hoes think they could tax me
Fat in the ass cheeks, you need you a athlete
Me, I’m thug that skipped class
Supreme bag, Ipad, a little cash
I do this for Phil when I feel bad
That was my n***a for real
Uh, you think I give a f**k about a fashion nova?
I kick her out as soon as I’m done f**king on her
I’m sick like bronchitis and stuffy noses
Buy her a dozen roses pull off with the chauffeur
AK gon laugh when he hear this smash
He know my sh*t real and I hate to brag
They think I’m solo but I got the wham
I put that on Crenshaw and Vernon Ave, we blessed
