CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Waffle House
(Glizzy, what you cookin' up?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, look
f**k what they talkin' 'bout
Can't take advice from no n***a ain't had sh*t
Actin' tough, we gon' stomp 'em out
b*t*h, I got syrup like the Waffle House
Speak on my name, we gon' shoot it out
They catchin' bodies like Beckham, it's hot in my hood
Callin' plays like I'm Belichick
I make that b*t*h f**k the homies, she'd do it for free
That's her fault, still gon' need my check
I tat the hood on my neck so don't ask for a photo
I'm a Crip, you ain't gotta check
We don't do beefin' on internets
Hе claim he a killer, I'm into that
Tryna be hood, wеll, I'm really that
pu**y plottin' on robbin' my partner, he silly cat
I show his ass where the billi' at, yeah
You know I'm good in my neighborhood
From Candler, but trap off of 166 Lakewood
Can't take advice from no broke n***a, f**k I look like?
Shawty gon' eat up the d**k, say it taste good
Hah, Louis V hightops on the court wood
You gon' lose if you cook it, but I bet it snort good
Amiri jeans fittin' me tight, still got the strap on me, n***a
I'm the boss, mean that I got a faculty, n***a
Sack-chasing b*t*hes tryna tackle a n***a
Do it for an image, you a wrestler, n***a
Real dope boy outside your woods and the rest of the n***as
Tryna take a n***a soul, get the best of a n***a
Big Margiela, get stepped on, lil' n***a
Real VVS's, put the tester on 'em, n***a
Go up with the plug like a tester, lil' n***a
I'll send his ass to heaven, I'll flex that lil' n***a
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, look
f**k what they talkin' 'bout
Can't take advice from no n***a ain't had sh*t
Actin' tough, we gon' stomp 'em out
b*t*h, I got syrup like the Waffle House
Speak on my name, we gon' shoot it out
They catchin' bodies like Beckham, it's hot in my hood
Callin' plays like I'm Belichick
I make that b*t*h f**k the homies, she'd do it for free
That's her fault, still gon' need my check
I tat the hood on my neck so don't ask for a photo
I'm a Crip, you ain't gotta check
We don't do beefin' on internets
Hе claim he a killer, I'm into that
Tryna be hood, wеll, I'm really that
pu**y plottin' on robbin' my partner, he silly cat
I show his ass where the billi' at, yeah
You know I'm good in my neighborhood
From Candler, but trap off of 166 Lakewood
Can't take advice from no broke n***a, f**k I look like?
Shawty gon' eat up the d**k, say it taste good
Hah, Louis V hightops on the court wood
You gon' lose if you cook it, but I bet it snort good
Amiri jeans fittin' me tight, still got the strap on me, n***a
I'm the boss, mean that I got a faculty, n***a
Sack-chasing b*t*hes tryna tackle a n***a
Do it for an image, you a wrestler, n***a
Real dope boy outside your woods and the rest of the n***as
Tryna take a n***a soul, get the best of a n***a
Big Margiela, get stepped on, lil' n***a
Real VVS's, put the tester on 'em, n***a
Go up with the plug like a tester, lil' n***a
I'll send his ass to heaven, I'll flex that lil' n***a
