CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Bellin
Bellin through my hood on foot though
And that's dangerous, summertime war zone
House shoes, ball shorts in my wardrobe
White tees fitted caps, ain't no thang though
G homies keep they colors [?] though
Lil' homies at the park and they bang though
Bitch, we go across the street it's the same song
North side with my niggas when they dead wrong
Couple blocks past the lights we don't get along
But when that YG come on, man we sing along
I seen it in the club homie real talk
One side chuggin' [?] the other c-walk
Bellin through my hood on foot though
Lookin' for a hot [?] though
West side of the city got the real hoes
But still [?] get smoked
I can't fuck with fake shit no more
I killed off myself, I'm at war
If you my friend, always be my friend [?] for the end, I'm in
I'm in, I'm in, I'm in, I'm in
I'm in your function though I'm coming with like ten homies
I got in something with my woman 'cause there's friends on me
I'm in a house that's full of doubts so I don't get lonely
To whom I pray to when the clouds come get a grip, hold me
The camp side, the west life where all the kids know me
These hand signs for mankind, I feel like Mick Foley
Shout out to Jordan, I was young, I had his kicks on me
But fuck [?] I was tryna be my big homie
This bitch broke me, got like ten on me plus ain't got no weed left since we left
I be turning four bags to three stacks
Niggas say they seen good, that's something [now he seen yet?]
Why you always seem stressed, why you ain't just leave?
Yeah that different type of wind when niggas hear the word they quit
It's a different type of missing when your shorty getting hit
It's a different type of jewelry when there's braces on your wrist
Fuck a difference, ain't no difference, man we all just full of shit
But either way I'm in
I can't fuck with fake shit no more
I killed off myself, I'm at war
If you my friend, always be my friend [?] for the end, I'm in
I'm in, I'm in, I'm in, I'm in
I can't fuck with fake shit no more
And that's dangerous, summertime war zone
House shoes, ball shorts in my wardrobe
White tees fitted caps, ain't no thang though
G homies keep they colors [?] though
Lil' homies at the park and they bang though
Bitch, we go across the street it's the same song
North side with my niggas when they dead wrong
Couple blocks past the lights we don't get along
But when that YG come on, man we sing along
I seen it in the club homie real talk
One side chuggin' [?] the other c-walk
Bellin through my hood on foot though
Lookin' for a hot [?] though
West side of the city got the real hoes
But still [?] get smoked
I can't fuck with fake shit no more
I killed off myself, I'm at war
If you my friend, always be my friend [?] for the end, I'm in
I'm in, I'm in, I'm in, I'm in
I'm in your function though I'm coming with like ten homies
I got in something with my woman 'cause there's friends on me
I'm in a house that's full of doubts so I don't get lonely
To whom I pray to when the clouds come get a grip, hold me
The camp side, the west life where all the kids know me
These hand signs for mankind, I feel like Mick Foley
Shout out to Jordan, I was young, I had his kicks on me
But fuck [?] I was tryna be my big homie
This bitch broke me, got like ten on me plus ain't got no weed left since we left
I be turning four bags to three stacks
Niggas say they seen good, that's something [now he seen yet?]
Why you always seem stressed, why you ain't just leave?
Yeah that different type of wind when niggas hear the word they quit
It's a different type of missing when your shorty getting hit
It's a different type of jewelry when there's braces on your wrist
Fuck a difference, ain't no difference, man we all just full of shit
But either way I'm in
I can't fuck with fake shit no more
I killed off myself, I'm at war
If you my friend, always be my friend [?] for the end, I'm in
I'm in, I'm in, I'm in, I'm in
I can't fuck with fake shit no more
