CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Weak sh*t 2*

I get this money, I'm nice grilling with my smiling faces
Hey bro, respect, but I ain't looking for no f**king Daytons
I need a Bentley, a beamer, so when we stuck in traffic
Ain't got to wonder why them coppers want to run our plates and
I'm from the city of the 'Nooga with the Ruger bruh
That rat-tat-tat, that black on black, that boy done killed your mom
That kid been chilling on the porch, oh look they killed the son
That ? there'd be some time and ? could feel your ?
Sometimes I feel like I'm the best these n***as never heard
And I don't mеan to brag, but dying just to feel my word
I pray to god, I never focus on what I desеrve
That still don't make a n***a jiggy if you get it first
See, I've been riding in this Honda for too many summers
And there's too many b*t*hes ? to be baby mommas
I think my n***a steady gripping, get wrapped up in drama
Because he hang from my sisters like a f**king comma

Alright, now riding by myself, tell my momma I'll be straight
Tell my b*t*h to have my back and tell my money don't be late
n***as think I'm selling crack, I've been in and out of state
b*t*h asked me how I'm doing, I said "hoe, I'm doing great"

Alright, now riding by myself, tell my momma I'll be straight
Tell my b*t*h to have my back and tell my money don't be late
n***as think I'm selling base, I've been in and out of state
b*t*h asked me what it do and I said "hoe, I'm doing great"