CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Wat U Sed (OG)
Who the pilot?
And my b*t*h eat me up while I'm driving
And I swear it's a show, not a riot
Uh
I was trippin', you was trippin', who the pilot?
Bet my b*t*h eat me up while I'm drivin'
And I swear it's a show, not a riot
And I had a nightmare last night that I wasn't countin' up
We had too many hoes in this b*t*h, I had to round 'em up
And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut 'em off
I been focused on my one-of-one
And I hope your pu**y good as my bank account (What you said?)
Ayy, b*t*h, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall
Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved
Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I'm overcharged (Yeah)
Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God
F**k what a n***a do, reach for some inner peace
Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h)
Ghost when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h), Ghost when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h)
Torched when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h, what you said?)
All the hoes with the shorts in ya a**
And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your gla**
Ole man don't want ya in the club
'Cause your pu**y poppin' start fights in the club
Come through in your new rental car
B*t*hes all in your face 'cause you a star
And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes
Down to fight anything straight out the door
Ayy, b*t*h, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall
Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved
Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I'm overcharged (Yeah)
Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God
F**k what a n***a do, reach for some inner peace
Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' down
Ghost when I'm slidin' down, Ghost when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h)
Torched when I'm slidin' down
And I don't care about your scars
Baby show me who you are
Don't need a summer for your card
And look up at a star
Cause I am just what they are
B*t*h I don't need no double R
Wrap my hair up like some weed and cigar
Vacuum that d**k suck you off till tomorrow
B*t*h, I'm too fly baby match that AR
Crib to your crib I popped into my car
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby this ain't no hot import nights baby
We tryna import right
You already know we ain't pulling up in them type Rs
We like girls that like cars
And girls that like stars, you feel me?
So they wanna come look at the constellations swing the mustangs
And that's exactly what the f**k we gon' do
When we whip out them 5.0s to match the toes
Ahh, caught her on the stroll now she wanna hoe
Ha-ha
All the hoes with the shorts in ya a**
And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your gla**
Ole man don't want ya in the club
'Cause your pu**y poppin' start fights in the club
Come through in your new rental car
B*t*hes all in your face 'cause you a star
And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes
Down to fight anything straight out the door
And my b*t*h eat me up while I'm driving
And I swear it's a show, not a riot
Uh
I was trippin', you was trippin', who the pilot?
Bet my b*t*h eat me up while I'm drivin'
And I swear it's a show, not a riot
And I had a nightmare last night that I wasn't countin' up
We had too many hoes in this b*t*h, I had to round 'em up
And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut 'em off
I been focused on my one-of-one
And I hope your pu**y good as my bank account (What you said?)
Ayy, b*t*h, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall
Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved
Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I'm overcharged (Yeah)
Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God
F**k what a n***a do, reach for some inner peace
Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h)
Ghost when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h), Ghost when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h)
Torched when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h, what you said?)
All the hoes with the shorts in ya a**
And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your gla**
Ole man don't want ya in the club
'Cause your pu**y poppin' start fights in the club
Come through in your new rental car
B*t*hes all in your face 'cause you a star
And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes
Down to fight anything straight out the door
Ayy, b*t*h, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall
Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved
Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I'm overcharged (Yeah)
Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God
F**k what a n***a do, reach for some inner peace
Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' down
Ghost when I'm slidin' down, Ghost when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h)
Torched when I'm slidin' down
And I don't care about your scars
Baby show me who you are
Don't need a summer for your card
And look up at a star
Cause I am just what they are
B*t*h I don't need no double R
Wrap my hair up like some weed and cigar
Vacuum that d**k suck you off till tomorrow
B*t*h, I'm too fly baby match that AR
Crib to your crib I popped into my car
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby this ain't no hot import nights baby
We tryna import right
You already know we ain't pulling up in them type Rs
We like girls that like cars
And girls that like stars, you feel me?
So they wanna come look at the constellations swing the mustangs
And that's exactly what the f**k we gon' do
When we whip out them 5.0s to match the toes
Ahh, caught her on the stroll now she wanna hoe
Ha-ha
All the hoes with the shorts in ya a**
And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your gla**
Ole man don't want ya in the club
'Cause your pu**y poppin' start fights in the club
Come through in your new rental car
B*t*hes all in your face 'cause you a star
And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes
Down to fight anything straight out the door
