CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Get It How You Live
(Uh, K Wrigs)
Real n***as keep it real, hundred thousand on the pills
Put you in my will, if I shoot it, I'm gon' kill
And we don't wave guns, but we thirsty for a drill
In the streets for a check, gotta get it how I live
Real n***as keep it real, hundred thousand on the pills
Put you in my will, if I shoot it, I'm gon' kill
And we don't wave guns, but we thirsty for a drill
In the streets for a check, gotta get it how I live
I couldn't shake jail, a n***a caught them cases
From East Lake, the Challenger, and them placements
Lonely nights'll teach a young n***a patience (Yeah)
Punchin' that SRT, who wanna race it?
Bro need a lawyer, I be hopin' that I make it
Sittin' down doin' dead timе and I hate it
Twenty thousand on me at the Palms out in Vegas
I know some homies love me and I know some homies hatin'
We sell drugs on the block and throw gang signs
And traffic prositutes all through the state lines
She stayed down through the sh*t, so we both shine
Keep your mouth closed, b*t*h, you ain't see no crime
Gettin' money, I'ma die about respect
Used to think small like, "I'ma die in the set"
Shootin' at the gym, let the ball touch the net
Black Ju, he the G.O.A.T., a hundred-twenty on the 'Vette
Real n***as keep it real, hundred thousand on the pills
Put you in my will, if I shoot it, I'm gon' kill
And we don't wave guns, but we thirsty for a drill
In the streets for a check, gotta get it how I live
Real n***as keep it real, hundred thousand on the pills
Put you in my will, if I shoot it, I'm gon' kill
And we don't wave guns, but we thirsty for a drill
In the streets for a check, gotta get it how I live
I couldn't shake jail, a n***a caught them cases
From East Lake, the Challenger, and them placements
Lonely nights'll teach a young n***a patience (Yeah)
Punchin' that SRT, who wanna race it?
Bro need a lawyer, I be hopin' that I make it
Sittin' down doin' dead timе and I hate it
Twenty thousand on me at the Palms out in Vegas
I know some homies love me and I know some homies hatin'
We sell drugs on the block and throw gang signs
And traffic prositutes all through the state lines
She stayed down through the sh*t, so we both shine
Keep your mouth closed, b*t*h, you ain't see no crime
Gettin' money, I'ma die about respect
Used to think small like, "I'ma die in the set"
Shootin' at the gym, let the ball touch the net
Black Ju, he the G.O.A.T., a hundred-twenty on the 'Vette
