CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : 3.5.7

3 5 7
Intro
What you saying ?
Got this sh*t on lock
Don’t jump Wes
Man ain’t Tommen b*t*h

I tell hit me with the 3 5 7
Life taught me the hardest lessons (urgh)

I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7
From young I’ve been a felon (ooh)
I tell em hit me with the 3 5 7
(Saucy)

(Verse 1)
The truth is
I ain't did enough
Bud I twists it up
Liquor in a cup
Fill it up yeah
b*t*hes give me uck
Never interrupt
I might go missing for a month
Catch me sitting in the sun
From living in the slums and
I'm on a million and one
I make time stop on the night watch
And winter soon come
I'm due south and a smooth run
Turn 2 ounce to a few ton
Then move out to a new house
We cultivating that fruit punch
(Yaaay)
It’s 7 never 2's up
This is brand new stuff
Strictly for user
In the battle cruiser
Billing up the Buddah
Or sitting on computers
I do it for the losers
I do it for the lost souls
Praying that Gods home when I reach the crossroads
I do it for the have nots the ones with no dad and got fam smoking crack rocks