CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Try Me
(Chorus)
Get the guns, c*ck the shotty. We got beef with everybody
Get the guns, c*ck the shotty. The past is the past it's put behind me
Get the guns, c*ck the shotty. Think I got soft? Try me
Think I got soft? Try me. Think I got soft? Try me
(Verse)
Don't sit at the head of the table, I need to be watching the door
When they come in, gripping them cables. I'll whip out my weapon of war
Like something up out of a fable, but I won't be wielding a sword
Go ahead flipping the page through. You might want to skip through the gore
I killed your guardian angel to see how endanger it made you
I pulled one out, popped her mouth like giving these b*t*hes a facial
That's the reason your peoples won't face you. Don't worry I'm selling them basil
And mixing that sh*t with some K2. So player you better be grateful
I don't play with you cats like a string
I walked out that womb and then crowned me the king
Emental a goon, Breakdown is the ring
Samara in tombs throw you down in the drink
Oh well, you're screwed, look down you'll sink
Lassie'll leave you far down there to think
Exactly the move if you're passing the plant
I got b*st*rds of pastors that's passing the stink
Oh, that's coming to me? Passing the L like you taking a loss
Smashing your tail lights just breaking them off
Trashing you house might just bring in the law
Having your bail tight then banking it all
Get the guns, c*ck the shotty. We got beef with everybody
Get the guns, c*ck the shotty. The past is the past it's put behind me
Get the guns, c*ck the shotty. Think I got soft? Try me
Think I got soft? Try me. Think I got soft? Try me
(Verse)
Don't sit at the head of the table, I need to be watching the door
When they come in, gripping them cables. I'll whip out my weapon of war
Like something up out of a fable, but I won't be wielding a sword
Go ahead flipping the page through. You might want to skip through the gore
I killed your guardian angel to see how endanger it made you
I pulled one out, popped her mouth like giving these b*t*hes a facial
That's the reason your peoples won't face you. Don't worry I'm selling them basil
And mixing that sh*t with some K2. So player you better be grateful
I don't play with you cats like a string
I walked out that womb and then crowned me the king
Emental a goon, Breakdown is the ring
Samara in tombs throw you down in the drink
Oh well, you're screwed, look down you'll sink
Lassie'll leave you far down there to think
Exactly the move if you're passing the plant
I got b*st*rds of pastors that's passing the stink
Oh, that's coming to me? Passing the L like you taking a loss
Smashing your tail lights just breaking them off
Trashing you house might just bring in the law
Having your bail tight then banking it all
