CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : KIMBER!(unofficial track from EP2! live performance)
Got charged lil boy whats the comeback
How the f**k you getting plays i been done that
I'd rather get the hate give the love back
Writing fake rape stories, who does that?
Put the picture in the middle, but who was that?
Don't let me [send your ass with a farmer]
Don't let me put your b*t*h in a [bug rag]
They don't know who he be. n***a where's your dawgs at?!
We checking on your b*t*h [pcall backs]
Oh sh*t! this n***a [layed up in full black]
Both strapped up, difference i pull that
You talk sh*t n***a i do that
You bullet proof baby lets porve that
They hate me. guess who's back?
No shady, this [pain] all black
This that 63 views in a year(uh)
This that care when nobody care, when nobody care(uh)
This that push through when nobody sees you what you do
Have the pain and percussion in tears and the bass
And the lyrics don't [diss] cause' you clueless
They gonna use it against you, you scared
I was here when them cells wasn't here
Have no fear, f**k your peers
f**k that label, f**k them every year
Seen your stories, lil buddy you weird
Who the f**k do you think that you scaring
Come to north hiollywood and start airing
You be pillow talking its apparent
Get your gun since you can't get your parents
Come from md to la i'm like pac
I ain't scared. i'm the truth
And my life on a dare
You go behind the back like a karen huh
This is sincere slap [?] like i'm rick flair
Get back, yeah i'v been there
I'm your boss you better keep that energy when i see you
I'm thinking about shaving my beard
I've been bumping how to disappear
Imma make you disappear
It gets hotter and hotter each
It gets harder to pretend I care
I just wish that she loved me for me
I just wish. i treat he like i treat one of my beats
On the low and you know imma freak
f**k your mentions, i'm switching positions
Lit em up its too fun i can't pin them
Every tweet is your grave that you digging
Don't get sent to your piles of mentions
Don't get sent to your prophet pretending
Mruder rock i'm still p*ssed and i'm [bird zone]
White boys think they in for a fight
43 x for the x on you knife, thats the life
How the f**k you getting plays i been done that
I'd rather get the hate give the love back
Writing fake rape stories, who does that?
Put the picture in the middle, but who was that?
Don't let me [send your ass with a farmer]
Don't let me put your b*t*h in a [bug rag]
They don't know who he be. n***a where's your dawgs at?!
We checking on your b*t*h [pcall backs]
Oh sh*t! this n***a [layed up in full black]
Both strapped up, difference i pull that
You talk sh*t n***a i do that
You bullet proof baby lets porve that
They hate me. guess who's back?
No shady, this [pain] all black
This that 63 views in a year(uh)
This that care when nobody care, when nobody care(uh)
This that push through when nobody sees you what you do
Have the pain and percussion in tears and the bass
And the lyrics don't [diss] cause' you clueless
They gonna use it against you, you scared
I was here when them cells wasn't here
Have no fear, f**k your peers
f**k that label, f**k them every year
Seen your stories, lil buddy you weird
Who the f**k do you think that you scaring
Come to north hiollywood and start airing
You be pillow talking its apparent
Get your gun since you can't get your parents
Come from md to la i'm like pac
I ain't scared. i'm the truth
And my life on a dare
You go behind the back like a karen huh
This is sincere slap [?] like i'm rick flair
Get back, yeah i'v been there
I'm your boss you better keep that energy when i see you
I'm thinking about shaving my beard
I've been bumping how to disappear
Imma make you disappear
It gets hotter and hotter each
It gets harder to pretend I care
I just wish that she loved me for me
I just wish. i treat he like i treat one of my beats
On the low and you know imma freak
f**k your mentions, i'm switching positions
Lit em up its too fun i can't pin them
Every tweet is your grave that you digging
Don't get sent to your piles of mentions
Don't get sent to your prophet pretending
Mruder rock i'm still p*ssed and i'm [bird zone]
White boys think they in for a fight
43 x for the x on you knife, thats the life
