CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : BRAZY
You did good, Fox
F**k your sh*t, let me communicate
Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake
I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place
Just in case I wanna change direction
F**k your sh*t, let me communicate
Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake
I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place
Just in case I wanna change direction
I might lose composure
F**k that man, I move like a soldier
Wrist swing with a ching like a rotar
It’s over when I’m on that roadrunner
Like, nobody wants your opinion
You just poppеd up in chat like a boner
Sit down, you a b*t*h, you my minion
You in my yard, now I’m the ownеr, I’m the owner, yeah
Not my darg but I’ll keep it casual
F**k that sh*t, come equipped with tactical
I don’t like no b*t*h in my retinal
Got no time for them man, they uninvestable
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah
F**k your sh*t, let me communicate
Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake
I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place
Just in case I wanna change direction
You don’t know t- this pain, I’ve got these scars l- left upon my veins
My w- way ain’t for the faint heart, lay down dead, that’s what you deserve
Talk about 5 figure, I do not give a sh*t if it ain’t bigger
If you a little b*t*h, I'mma itch and twitch not to hit that switch so you get triggered
I hit a little lick with the gang, yeah, that plan was to bang that man with a brick to the dirt but the fam was around so I blessed it quick with the prick, too quick not to get concerned, I
Really wanna see man burn, ash
Put your whole gang in a urn, bosh
You might call me a bad lad, fact
But the mandem say Josh, Jaws
Say you too smooth with the dosh, rush
Gonna runna circle round you, clocked
That you f**ked up in the booth, now
You can get hit with the block
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah
F**k your sh*t, let me communicate
Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake
I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place
Just in case I wanna change direction
F**k your sh*t, let me communicate
Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake
I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place
Just in case I wanna change direction
F**k your sh*t, let me communicate
Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake
I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place
Just in case I wanna change direction
I might lose composure
F**k that man, I move like a soldier
Wrist swing with a ching like a rotar
It’s over when I’m on that roadrunner
Like, nobody wants your opinion
You just poppеd up in chat like a boner
Sit down, you a b*t*h, you my minion
You in my yard, now I’m the ownеr, I’m the owner, yeah
Not my darg but I’ll keep it casual
F**k that sh*t, come equipped with tactical
I don’t like no b*t*h in my retinal
Got no time for them man, they uninvestable
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah
F**k your sh*t, let me communicate
Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake
I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place
Just in case I wanna change direction
You don’t know t- this pain, I’ve got these scars l- left upon my veins
My w- way ain’t for the faint heart, lay down dead, that’s what you deserve
Talk about 5 figure, I do not give a sh*t if it ain’t bigger
If you a little b*t*h, I'mma itch and twitch not to hit that switch so you get triggered
I hit a little lick with the gang, yeah, that plan was to bang that man with a brick to the dirt but the fam was around so I blessed it quick with the prick, too quick not to get concerned, I
Really wanna see man burn, ash
Put your whole gang in a urn, bosh
You might call me a bad lad, fact
But the mandem say Josh, Jaws
Say you too smooth with the dosh, rush
Gonna runna circle round you, clocked
That you f**ked up in the booth, now
You can get hit with the block
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my sh*t too brazy
You might call me crazy, yeah, yeah
F**k your sh*t, let me communicate
Don’t wanna run in the dark, all of these faces are fake
I keep my eyes dilated, tryna find my way in this place
Just in case I wanna change direction
