CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Back In Blood (Freestyle)
Ayy
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'
These n***as be talkin', they frontin'
They back it up, never that, b*t*h, I could bring the cold weather back
She give me head 'cause she know I'm ahead of that
n***a she f**kin' with, he ain't got no dough
Know I'm busy so she tryna run it back
I call the touchdown with the running back
Carry the balls like a running-back
You tryna wife her but we just make fun of that
(Where you at, n***a?) I'm where the money at
That's where the b*t*hes that's tryna tuck tummies at
(Where you at, n***a?) Not wherе the money at
You over thеre where the pussies and dummies at
I'm over here with them n***as might double back
I'm not a thug but I know me some n***as that
Might go to jail so you n***as don't want it, man
I bought a crib and a chain in a pandemic
Got a AMG and not a Panamera
Got a twin-turbo in the hood
Like I'm in the trenches next to Tia and Tamera
Drippin' chlorophyll like I'm sippin' syrup
Fresh up out the salon, I'ma f**k her hair up
b*t*h, you know I'm the truth like I f**ked a darer
b*t*h, you know we the ones they cannot compare to
I might fly to Paris with Westside
And bring me a b*t*h from the west side
I might fly to Hawaii with n***as from southeast
And my b*t*h outta Bed-Stuy
Baby-baby, no we don't play
Call up Emma, then bring out the AK
I don't argue with n***as that's sayin' that they hit it first
b*t*h, you know that I'm Ray J
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm sneaky in the streets
So cold, I make it snow like I'm Meechy in the streets
Can't stop, won't stop, Chris and Neefy in the streets
Heard a n***a dropped a dime like he FEFE in the s—, hahaha
I know a whole lot of nothin'
These n***as be talkin', they frontin'
I got me some money, I got me a crib
Now all of a sudden, I got me new cousins
They pushing buttons
Tryna get out the everyday struggle like Budden
They look for the easiest way so they puttin'
I back up the GT just to stunt on the ones that was frontin'
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'
These n***as be talkin', they frontin'
They back it up, never that, b*t*h, I could bring the cold weather back
She give me head 'cause she know I'm ahead of that
n***a she f**kin' with, he ain't got no dough
Know I'm busy so she tryna run it back
I call the touchdown with the running back
Carry the balls like a running-back
You tryna wife her but we just make fun of that
(Where you at, n***a?) I'm where the money at
That's where the b*t*hes that's tryna tuck tummies at
(Where you at, n***a?) Not wherе the money at
You over thеre where the pussies and dummies at
I'm over here with them n***as might double back
I'm not a thug but I know me some n***as that
Might go to jail so you n***as don't want it, man
I bought a crib and a chain in a pandemic
Got a AMG and not a Panamera
Got a twin-turbo in the hood
Like I'm in the trenches next to Tia and Tamera
Drippin' chlorophyll like I'm sippin' syrup
Fresh up out the salon, I'ma f**k her hair up
b*t*h, you know I'm the truth like I f**ked a darer
b*t*h, you know we the ones they cannot compare to
I might fly to Paris with Westside
And bring me a b*t*h from the west side
I might fly to Hawaii with n***as from southeast
And my b*t*h outta Bed-Stuy
Baby-baby, no we don't play
Call up Emma, then bring out the AK
I don't argue with n***as that's sayin' that they hit it first
b*t*h, you know that I'm Ray J
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm sneaky in the streets
So cold, I make it snow like I'm Meechy in the streets
Can't stop, won't stop, Chris and Neefy in the streets
Heard a n***a dropped a dime like he FEFE in the s—, hahaha
I know a whole lot of nothin'
These n***as be talkin', they frontin'
I got me some money, I got me a crib
Now all of a sudden, I got me new cousins
They pushing buttons
Tryna get out the everyday struggle like Budden
They look for the easiest way so they puttin'
I back up the GT just to stunt on the ones that was frontin'
