CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Bath Salts OG
Escobar Season returns
Let it burn
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath-salts song, motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, dealer sh*t, this that real sh*t
Haute is the livin', Coca Cola's the sponsor
I run up with your boo, uh, Hov is a monster
Yeah, huh, they like me like that
Every girl I see wanna be wifey like that
I'm the King of Zamunda, uh, King of the Summer
Come be my Kardashian, queen of the come up, uh
To be loved, Shakespearean
Experience to be us
Jumpin' off boats, hoppin' off another cliff
Every six months, I think I need a new bucket list
Yeah, I think I might need a harem
I'm way too much, y'all should share 'em
I'm feeling like a baron, all I need is a castle
Be my Halle Berry, all you need is a catsuit
All I need is Heaven, I don't want the hassle
God bless the child that can hold his own, achoo
My instincts guide me through this Kurtis Blow culture
Good angel, bad angel sittin' on both shoulders
One be trying to gas me, manipulate me, tempt me
Make me have no soul, so I like to take a tally
All the favor of the days when the paper wasn't major
Me and my n***a Mr. Tunnel
Razor in the mouth for when thinking sh*t was south (Slumped)
Better tuck your chain in, that's a warning, warning (Woo)
When the woodies come out, you know the goons is swarming
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath-salts song, motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, dealer sh*t, this that real sh*t
Guaranteed to offer like something you can't get enough of
Nah, life is b*t*h but you can't snuff her
Something to think about the sh*t is only gettin' rougher
So I rather just die than to live to suffer
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath-salts song, motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, dealer sh*t, this that real sh*t
sh*t pop off, we don't blow it up 'til we blow it up
Cats better slow it up, y'all n***as know what's up
My n***as throw it up, we all know that
Got n***as missing in action, where are they at?
See you n***as never really been duffed out
But you've got enough mouth to get snuffed out
Duke, the rough route
We don't play around here, n***a, we grown
Start applying the pressure, give a dog a bone
I'm taking half, it's just that simple
Or I can start poppin' n***as like pimples
I'ma let you call it, you ballin'
'Til you get hit with them hot things, now you staggerin' and fallin'
I'm holding up the wall, you got more than enough holes in you to fall
You're just wasting a n***a's time, come on, man
I got sh*t to do like hit your crew
Might hit your crib, what that b*t*h gon' do?
Not a damn thing, but go with the program
Beast on that b*t*h like Conan—bo-nan
I'ma go where no man has ever gone, n***a
When it's on, it's on, I'll let you know in a f**kin' song
I got nothing to hide, but you got a reason to run
Come through like (*gunshots*) 'til the squeezin' is done
And that's just squeezing one, imagine if we all let go
And turn your whole block into death row (Woo!)
Let it burn
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath-salts song, motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, dealer sh*t, this that real sh*t
Haute is the livin', Coca Cola's the sponsor
I run up with your boo, uh, Hov is a monster
Yeah, huh, they like me like that
Every girl I see wanna be wifey like that
I'm the King of Zamunda, uh, King of the Summer
Come be my Kardashian, queen of the come up, uh
To be loved, Shakespearean
Experience to be us
Jumpin' off boats, hoppin' off another cliff
Every six months, I think I need a new bucket list
Yeah, I think I might need a harem
I'm way too much, y'all should share 'em
I'm feeling like a baron, all I need is a castle
Be my Halle Berry, all you need is a catsuit
All I need is Heaven, I don't want the hassle
God bless the child that can hold his own, achoo
My instincts guide me through this Kurtis Blow culture
Good angel, bad angel sittin' on both shoulders
One be trying to gas me, manipulate me, tempt me
Make me have no soul, so I like to take a tally
All the favor of the days when the paper wasn't major
Me and my n***a Mr. Tunnel
Razor in the mouth for when thinking sh*t was south (Slumped)
Better tuck your chain in, that's a warning, warning (Woo)
When the woodies come out, you know the goons is swarming
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath-salts song, motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, dealer sh*t, this that real sh*t
Guaranteed to offer like something you can't get enough of
Nah, life is b*t*h but you can't snuff her
Something to think about the sh*t is only gettin' rougher
So I rather just die than to live to suffer
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath-salts song, motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, dealer sh*t, this that real sh*t
sh*t pop off, we don't blow it up 'til we blow it up
Cats better slow it up, y'all n***as know what's up
My n***as throw it up, we all know that
Got n***as missing in action, where are they at?
See you n***as never really been duffed out
But you've got enough mouth to get snuffed out
Duke, the rough route
We don't play around here, n***a, we grown
Start applying the pressure, give a dog a bone
I'm taking half, it's just that simple
Or I can start poppin' n***as like pimples
I'ma let you call it, you ballin'
'Til you get hit with them hot things, now you staggerin' and fallin'
I'm holding up the wall, you got more than enough holes in you to fall
You're just wasting a n***a's time, come on, man
I got sh*t to do like hit your crew
Might hit your crib, what that b*t*h gon' do?
Not a damn thing, but go with the program
Beast on that b*t*h like Conan—bo-nan
I'ma go where no man has ever gone, n***a
When it's on, it's on, I'll let you know in a f**kin' song
I got nothing to hide, but you got a reason to run
Come through like (*gunshots*) 'til the squeezin' is done
And that's just squeezing one, imagine if we all let go
And turn your whole block into death row (Woo!)
