CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Gulag

Uh
I'ma run this sh*t like the gulag
f**k the game, I'm tryna kill the bourgeois

Y'all making me laugh
Putting virtue into mula
Lil' pu**y, take this suit off
You don't need it where we're going, do you?
Young Lenin, spitting too raw
Rolls-Royce with the roof off
b*t*h, why is you talking my ear off 'bout money, I don't wanna hear this sh*t
Y'all sell your souls and your bodies just to keep up with appearances
Your man a Mark and I'm a marxist
Talking hella smart, b*t*h
Smack him back to Dartmouth
Drowning in the water, seeing shark fins
Girl, unionize that ass and bring it back to my apartment
sh*t
Your ruler's a fascist
Just food for the maggots, they all want their ass kissed
That dough with no taxes
And I ain't having that sh*t--nah

I'ma run this sh*t like the gulag
f**k the game, I'm tryna kill the bourgeois
But I'll settle for a few cars
rooftop (yah)