CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Chattanooga
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
Mmmmhmmmm (like that and a- like this an a-)
And it don't quit, and it don't stop
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
Mmmmhmmmm (like that and a- like this an a-)
And it don't quit, and it don't stop
Talking sh*t, you know the Devil is a lie and a freak b*t*h
Momma told me, "Watch your partners homie, keep your focus"
How you gon' use my bed but don't pay rent?
Nevermind, I'm ripping them covers off
Keep it cool, keep the oven on, don't put my rubber off
My b*t*h back home been telling me I was the sh*t
That b*t*h ain't never wrong
Ain't poppin' no percs but, I'm having a real good feeling
This more than a two-piece, no wondеr my arms hurt
I'm living a field trip, wherevеr the wheel go
Ain't got sh*t on my mind but that sh*t on my mind
Ay, oh, ay, oh
Ay, oh, ay, oh
Can’t spend all my money on ya
You know I’m dirty b*t*h, just like my dish soap
I was high, in my groove & tryna get a brick out
What that b*t*h ‘bout?
Miss me on the hood with 15’s, come get d**ked down
Gon fill my wrist with VVs, flood that b*t*h out
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
Mmmmhmmmm (like that and a- like this an a-)
And it don't quit, and it don't stop, B*t*h
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
Mmmmhmmmm (like that and a- like this an a-)
And it don't quit, and it don't stop
And it don’t quit
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
Mmmmhmmmm (like that and a- like this an a-)
And it don't quit, and it don't stop
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
Mmmmhmmmm (like that and a- like this an a-)
And it don't quit, and it don't stop
Talking sh*t, you know the Devil is a lie and a freak b*t*h
Momma told me, "Watch your partners homie, keep your focus"
How you gon' use my bed but don't pay rent?
Nevermind, I'm ripping them covers off
Keep it cool, keep the oven on, don't put my rubber off
My b*t*h back home been telling me I was the sh*t
That b*t*h ain't never wrong
Ain't poppin' no percs but, I'm having a real good feeling
This more than a two-piece, no wondеr my arms hurt
I'm living a field trip, wherevеr the wheel go
Ain't got sh*t on my mind but that sh*t on my mind
Ay, oh, ay, oh
Ay, oh, ay, oh
Can’t spend all my money on ya
You know I’m dirty b*t*h, just like my dish soap
I was high, in my groove & tryna get a brick out
What that b*t*h ‘bout?
Miss me on the hood with 15’s, come get d**ked down
Gon fill my wrist with VVs, flood that b*t*h out
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
Mmmmhmmmm (like that and a- like this an a-)
And it don't quit, and it don't stop, B*t*h
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta slouch
Mmmmhmmmm (like that and a- like this an a-)
And it don't quit, and it don't stop
And it don’t quit
